Isn’t snow pretty?
Generally, it’s pretty until you have to go out in it and then it turns all grey and disgusting and you don’t wear your cute shoes because they’ll get ruined so you wear your basic black shoes that look slightly orthopedic and pretty soon you lose your will to live.
Yeah, that kind of snow is pretty great.
And then there’s the kind of snow that’s wet and heavy and coats the trees. And breaks the trees. Breaks the trees allllll over your yard and neighborhood.
That’s the kind of snow we got.
Look! So pretty!
Uh, this is our backyard.
Uh, this is our patio and our house.
I didn’t get a good photo of the front yard. But it looks sort of like this:
It’s a lot of branches and tree paraphernalia.
So, that is fun enough. But right about the time trees started raining from the sky, we lost power.
The first night, it was quaint. Look! We’re camping! In our house!
The second night was not quaint. Look! We’re freezing! In our house!
By the third night, I was overcome with exhaustion and despair. We schlepped our 27 dogs to the home of some kind friends who, despite having white carpet, insisted that we all come stay.
My Guy and I collapsed immediately and slept like it was going out of style. I had no idea how draining this whole “no power” thing would be.
Yeah, we were cold. But it was the uncertainty that was stressful. Would the crews get to us today? Or in three days? Where were we going to sleep that night? Where could we go eat where they wouldn’t mind us loitering so we could warm up? Would I ever be able to wash my hair again? This may sound overly dramatic, but it gave me greater empathy for refuges and people displaced from their homes. They should all just come stay with us. Our yard looks like a stick factory exploded, but we have heat now.
I’m so thankful for the crews working overtime to get the power back on. And I’m astounded by the utility’s social media. Those poor people were doing the best they could to keep everyone updated and provide as much information as possible. And in return? The comments were TERRIBLE.
My Guy could not stop reading the comments. He’d occasionally moan or laugh, and I’d ask why he kept reading. His response? “I’m learning how to be a better person. By not being like these people.”
There were a lot of comments from people concerned about their fish tanks. Uh, if you live in the Midwest, you know severe weather is just part of the deal, so you should have a plan B for your fish, man.
But my favorite comment? “I NEED POWER RIGHT NOW. I HAVE TROPICAL BIRDS.”
I don’t even know what to do with this.
I am ruminating on it as I cook all the foods and wash all the blankets and use all the appliances. We’re expecting another storm tonight, so I’m trying to prepare.
Y’all should move to the Midwest. The cost of living is low. Dunno why.