Snowmaggedon Jonas – 1/22-23/16

Thirty three inches of snow fell on us over the weekend.  With the wind blowing, there were drifts four feet or more.  From the comfort of our warm home (alhamdulillah), it was beautiful to see.  Our backyard is unbelievable serene.

During the snowfall on Saturday morning, my husband and I took the truck out for a drive and it was more than breathtaking.

But then chaos happened…the transmission went out in the truck – fortunately not until we were pulling into the driveway.   No way to move it.  Then, as the night wore on, I complained about being cold…but I’m always cold.  Turns out this time it was legit.   At 1:15 a.m., my husband even woke up cold.   There was no heat blowing thru the vents.  We had forgotten to dig out the outside vents.   So at 1:30 a.m., we dress in full snow gear and make our way to the back of the house through waist-high snow.   We can smell gas.  The gas vent is covered.   I started shoveling away clearing the vents and pipes.   Hubby got the back vents cleared.  Still no heat.   Well, there was heat, but it wasn’t blowing.  Must be the filters.   Sure enough, by 2:00 a.m. we had warm blowing air again.   After the worry over CO2 passed (our meter broke a few days ago), we managed to get back to bed and sleep…until 5 a.m when my sister-in-law called.  Although she could get home, there was nowhere to park.  She needed to come here to sleep.   But our roads were not yet plowed…we live off the beaten path and they finally got to us at 7 this morning…so even if she could get through the winding farm road from the nursing home to our side of the ‘ville, she’d have to go up a steep hill and down an unplowed road to our house.  Needless to say, she went to a motel.  See, if you are unfamiliar with snow emergencies, you get cited for driving unless it is absolutely necessary and if your car is parked where the plows need to go, you get towed and heavily fined.

This morning the wind has stopped, the sun is out and the sky is clear.  We started the digging out.  It was beautiful out there.  My husband fought his way through the hip high snow with the snowblower.   At one point, it “malfunctioned” and didn’t blow snow until I was right in its path.   I was covered head to toe in snow.  My beloved husband swears 16 ways to Sunday it was an accident.   Nevertheless, we forgot our advanced age and a battle ensued.  It was fun.

After finishing our driveway, locating the mailbox across the street and helping a few snow-blower-less neighbors dig out, we came in for homemade chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.  And Advil.   Lots and lots of Advil.