Snow Days

It’s been quite the time here in Casa Chez Watkins these past few days.  Sunday night we got hit with as wintery a storm as our part of the world has ever been hit with for at least as long as I’ve lived here.  We accumulated between 5 and 6 inches of snow during the storm, along with a fine layer of ice over the top of it all.  When we awoke Monday morning, the world was blanketed in white – and there was no way I was going to make the drive the work safely.  So, I didn’t.

Neither did the rest of the city, for the most part.  Nor, for that matter, did they on Tuesday.  The entire city has been locked in ice, the roads impassable – a rarity in this part of the world.

Being at home these past few days with the family has been terrific.  I love spending time with my family.  B.T. has been an absolute joy – scooting about on the floor, pulling himself up on one thing or another whenever your back is turned, babbling and laughing all the time.  He wasn’t absolutely thrilled about the snow… curious, perhaps, is more the right word.  But I think he’s loved having both his parents home all the time.  He’s certainly pulled out all the stops to put on a wonderful show for us.

Though I’ve spent some time working from home as much as I can, Dear Wife and I took part of the day off during the snow days to go sledding.  The local dog park had some wonderful hills for just such a task, and filled the bill nicely.  I haven’t been sledding since childhood, so it was a lot of fun to get out there on the snow-covered hill – even if what we used was a folded-up cardboard box covered in a trash bag (hey, it never snows this much around here, so there’s sure no room in our little house for a gets-used-once-in-a-decade honest sled).  It was also little B.T.’s first time sledding – but again, he mostly displayed a peculiar curiosity more than joy.

But he’s had joy enough the rest of our time together.  He’s positively ecstatic to have his mommy and daddy home with him all day each day.  He’s had a ball scooting around on his toosh, grabbing on to chairs and other things to pull himself up to standing.  I knew he liked to stand and pretend he knows how to walk (he can’t, but that doesn’t stop him).  And I knew he liked to scoot around.  But I had no idea he could get himself into so much trouble, as soon as you turn your back.

By Wednesday, I believed I needed to brave the still-icy roads to try and reach the office of my employer… but after a half-hour on the road, having slipped and slid all over the road, having gotten caught on the ice and I was far less than halfway to my destination, I grew concerned for my safety.  Once, while stuck on the ice, I even needed to get pushed up the hill to find solid asphalt by the good Samaritan in the car behind me.  As I got out to push, I lost the hand-knit cap Dear Wife had knit for me a couple years past, which put me in a foul mood.  I soon gave up on my quest to get to work, and returned home again, having determined the roads still to be impassable.

Which is all a very long way of saying I’ve been home, I’ve been connected, but spending time with my family, and trying to work remotely, has sort of taken precedent over blogging these past few days.

So… how has your week been?

Update:  The sad part of the story – the missing hat – has happily been resolved!  Dear Wife found it in the driveway, in the snow, right next to where my car is normally parked.  I had apparently dropped it there while scraping ice off.  And, since the hat is a light-gray in color, it blended in well with the snow and gray concrete.  It’s still in perfect condition, none the worse for wear.  Huzzah!

6 thoughts on “Snow Days

  1. When I lived in Nashville, the city would shutdown when there was a prediction of snow. I imagine Atlanta is much worse. One year, they got several inches while I was in Costa Rica. I remember calling home and having my sambo tell me about how commuting across the city took 8 hours for what was supposed to be a 30min drive. Hope you thaw soon!

    • Yeah, the city here was effectively shut down through Wednesday, and only halfway back to business by Thursday and Friday. Some parts of the city got more the six inches… The problem is, this is such a rare occurence here that the city doesn’t maintain a fleet of snow-plows and salt trucks of any significant size, because it wouldn’t be cost-effective. They’d get used once every ten years, and maybe get used a few times before they became obsolete.

  2. 😀 Great story!!! (Sorry about your hat though…)

    My week’s been a bit short of awesome, but not because it’s been bad, just because I don’t think I should describe such a mediocre week with a word as awesome as…awesome.

    Sorry I haven’t been around here much lately…I’m going to try to get back into it…

    Ah! Look at the time!!!!! GTG

    • I haven’t been around much the latter part of this week either (also for less-than-awesome reasons… but I’d rather not talk about the flu I’m still recovering from that hit the day I returned to work after the snow thawed just enough!). Besides… the site is always here… if someone hasn’t visited in a few days, I can’t get uptight about it; that’s not the point, you know? Anyway, I’ve been meaning to update this entry to reverse the comment about the hat… because Dear Wife (superhero that she is) rediscovered it. It was sitting in the driveway in the snow, near where my car would have been. The hat is a light gray color… which kind of mixes in both the the light gray concrete color of the driveway and the whiteness of the snow. So even though I looked, somehow I missed it. I’m glad, though… when someone you love has made you something like that, it gives it a little extra value, and makes it a little extra special.

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