An historic storm is battering the East Coast this weekend. The fact that it is arriving just days after the anniversary of the infamous blizzard of ’78 has many of New England’s older residents a little nervous. The fact that the powers that be have named this storm Nemo sort of takes away from its credibility with the younger folk. It’s hard to take anything named Nemo seriously, good golly. Still I hardly think the storm cares what we call it. It will rage regardless.
Governor Patrick cancelled all schools this morning and ordered the streets cleared of all non-emergency vehicles as of noon. So before that I went to the bank and cashed my check so I could pay some bills, stopped by the church to pick up the paperwork I needed to work from home and paid a hospital visit to one of our parishioners who is very glad he isn’t shovelling this weekend. Then I stopped to pick up our emergency ration of bananas and raisins. After all what’s oatmeal without bananas and raisins? When I pulled into the drive it looked like this.
I called the kids and made sure they were all tucked in at their respective stations and then set about my work. By three the front walk looked like this.
But by 7 it looked like this…
The winds started to blow sideways and visibility went to nothing by 8 P.M. The dogs truly enjoyed their evening stroll through the park.
After we dried the mutts off and gave them their bed time treats I set about making cup cakes for tomorrow. After all whats a snow day without cupcakes? In case you are thinking I am making this all about food remember I have to keep my strength up for shovelling.
My daddy taught me that if you have to shovel a blizzard its important to stay ahead of the snow. So at eleven I went out to shovel for the first time in the evening. I probably should have shovelled before I made the cupcakes because by 11 P.M. we had drifts over a foot deep in the drive.
I’m planning on getting up early to start the driveways and walk ways all over again. I hired a kid named Riley to come and help me get the cars out in the morning. Does Riley sound like a good strong shovelling name to you? Oh boy! the ploughs just went by! I’ll post some more pictures tomorrow.