And since it's New England, you have to say blizzard like this: blizzud or if you're in a hurry, blizzid.
We got out at 11:05 and some of us who normally eat lunch together went to a burrito place that I love. I kept thinking it was pretty funny that we had to leave school early and yet, here we were, fooling around instead of being locked up tight to hide from the weather. It had started to snow before we left school, just as predicted, but it was pretty minor, so I wasn't worried.
I did some errands and got home in the early afternoon. With my spin class cancelled at the gym, I had a lot of free time to do stuff I haven't been doing. I always promise I'll do chores that I put off, if only we can have a snow day. So I did some chores.
By supper time, just as predicted, it was really coming down and there had been a driving ban imposed by the governor. This put k-ster right over the edge. We were in jail in our own home. I didn't care, but I knew it was going to be ridiculously windy, so I worried about losing power.
We were mercifully saved from losing power for more than an hour or two during Hurricane Sandy. I was pretty concerned that if we lost power this time, we'd be freezing in a matter of hours. We have every old fireplaces and chimneys that the chimney sweep deemed very unsafe, so no fires for us.
I can be a pioneer woman in so many ways, but take away my electricity and I just lose it. I can't explain. It doesn't matter the time of year, so it's not just because I worry I will freeze to death. There's something about knowing that it's not bedtime but I won't have power and I just hate it.
As the lights flickered often on Friday evening, I couldn't really relax, hearing about everyone losing power in neighboring towns. We didn't actually lose it until we'd gone to bed and it was off for only about 6 hours.
I was so excited to hear that furnace come on! My sister still doesn't have power, 48 hours later, as I write this and she's only a couple of towns away. But she has a generator and a fireplace, so I know she isn't freezing.
So, I got up Saturday morning to this view.
As can be expected, I brought sexy to the snowstorm by getting all gussied up. I actually have my foot on the firepit, not just hanging in midair, but it was so windy, my camera blew off the grill twice while I was doing this, so I have no idea what was going on in this picture. It looks like I lost my left foot but it was on top of the frozen snow. And now that I look, it looks like the snow is a mile high.
Maybe I was a mile high.