Cubby and Charlie were dismissed from school at 11:30 yesterday morning and arrived home on the bus around noon in a pretty good snowstorm. A few hours later, about the time they would normally be arriving home from school, there was an honest-to-God blizzard out there.
At 8 p.m., I opened the door to let Mia out before bed and was confronted with this.
Why the people that built this house didn't enclose the porch is a mystery for the ages.
Mia took one look and turned right around. I couldn't really blame her. There was at least a foot of snow on the ground already. So I put on my outdoor gear and shoveled a path for her to get to the grass, and a little open area to serve as a latrine. She did actually go out after that, but just stood there on the porch blinking in the blowing snow and waiting for me to let her back in. So I did.
This morning at 5:30, I opened the door to this.
Talk about Sisyphean shoveling.
Once again, I grabbed the trusty snow shovel and went out to shovel out the path and the latrine for the dog, this time fighting my way through three feet of snow. Once again, Mia stepped out, walked to the end of the cleared area, took a look at the walls of snow surrounding her on all sides, and came right back in the house.
She did eventually use the facilities, I suppose.
She also started blending into the environment after about four minutes outside.
When Jack woke up around 6:30 a.m., I went to turn the thermostat up and realized the furnace wasn't running. I realized this because the thermostat was set at 61 degrees, but it was 59 degrees in the house. After checking to make sure none of the monkey-children had flipped the power switch on the furnace, I formed the hypothesis that the furnace vent, which is only about a foot off the ground, was covered over with snow and the furnace was turning itself off as a safety precaution.
I suppose I could have brought Jack out with me to shovel the vent out, but instead I got A. out of nice warm bed so he could go out in the storm to shovel it out.
He did. And when I was in the shower, he got all three kids dressed to go out with him to do some more shoveling.
I took lots of pictures, at A.'s request.
Here Charlie is standing on a path A. had shoveled, and that big hump of snow behind him is the Subaru.
Jack stuck close to Daddy as he extended the snow tunnel to the plowed road.
When I walked out the door after my shower to take pictures, the slamming of the front door resulted in a snow dump on my head from the accumulation on the roof.
Mia gets in everyone's way in constricted areas.
There's my sad and marooned minivan way up there by the road.
A. had to clear a path to his garage office. Another mystery: Why the hell, in this climate, wouldn't you have the garage open into the house?
Cubby tunneled away like a gopher, frequently getting buried in snow (it was very light, so no worries), but persevering nonetheless.
This is the view from our living room onto the porch. Cozy.
Mia more or less hasn't moved from this spot for two days. Can't say I blame her.
It's still snowing. It's supposed to snow all day today, and a little tomorrow morning. I suspect our total will end up being somewhere in the vicinity of four feet.
And that's the snow update. Over and out.