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This is the name of the game, two fridays in a row we’ve had some freaky storms. Lucky for me, both days i’ve been across town at work, watching it happen for hours, and then having to plot my way home afterwards. Last week was nothing, just an ice storm where numerous vehicles were stuck spinning their tires, and no one wanted to stop for fear they wouldn’t get moving again. This friday, well, that’s another story.
It started about 9am, just after Josh decided to play it safe and stay home with his bald-tired-tacoma. Phew. I walked the dog, couldn’t see much due to the sideways pelting snow while making our way around the pond. I left early for work, knowing it would be a slow go, but not knowing this was the beginning of a LONG blizzard. By 1:30 in the afternoon, we were dead quiet at work, few soles braved the roads with their ill children, so we watched the news online, noting that my route home was closed after a 50 car pileup, and other cars, buses and semi trucks were sideways on the road. I worried the whole day about how I was going to get out of the parking lot, and all the way home with my car in one piece. When 7pm finally came, I put on my warmest clothes and boots, trekked quickly across the parking lot to my car, noticing the 6 vehicles already in a line up behind a few more that were stuck. I scraped off the car, went to help the others, and plodded down all the snow drifts that i saw as an obstacle before attempting the exit. AFter a few fish tails, narrowly missing the pass scanner I made my way down the sketchy back road that was the only way out, since there was still a car stuck the short way out. It was a slow nerve racking drive home… and before i left i called Josh to warn him of my future pursuit, he says “emergency, we’re out of milk. And cookies. Can you stop on your way home?” No Santa, if i get home, i’m not stopping. So sorry. We baked cookies when i made it home an hour later. No milk. No milk today still. I am not going out there. And although I never thought i’d say so, i’d much rather go out on foot with the dog, than attempt going out in the car. I can’t risk wrecking it in the next 25 days before we leave. Josh is finally getting new tires on his truck, as soon as he can make it out of the community. Work called about 7 times, and i’m sorry to say, i just can’t go. ; )
Otherwise, besides the blizzard, which i believe came about because we have to be reminded how much we hate winter before we leave it for 4 months, our house is in shambles still, with boxes and things scattered all over. Our cupboard is nearly empty, and as for the emergency stash of 72 hours of food that we’re supposed to keep, we’re hardly going to make it. And, I think that winter is like giving birth to a baby… you don’t remember how bad it is until the next one comes.

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