I’m very much done with snow. I know this is a major turn in attitude for me from about a week ago, but I have reached my limit. The novelty has worn off.
We got another 15″ or so yesterday along with winds up to 55mph. I’d show you more photos of the snow conditions, but really, just look at the last ones and add another foot+ to them and you’ll get the idea. I just did some shoveling and we’re at the point where there isn’t anywhere to pile the shoveled snow. So you have to take a scoop, carry it 15-20 steps, and then heave it over an already five-foot-tall pile. At this point, it seems like those piles will be with us until July.
To demonstrate what a big deal a snow like this is here in Baltimore, here are some telling statistics (for the official Baltimore measuring station, BWI airport):
- Average seasonal snowfall: 18.2 inches
- February 2010 snowfall: 49.2 inches
- Previous record seasonal snowfall: 62.5 inches
- This season’s snowfall, SO FAR: 79.9 inches
We’re just not prepared here for snow like this. We don’t have the equipment to clear and treat the roads. My office has been closed all week so far, and I’m lucky that I don’t have to use my vacation time to cover the missed time. It’s just free time off, which is pretty nice. I am so bored, though, from being cooped up!
Anyway, here’s a fun photo I took this morning. I think it demonstrates a bit of the conditions we had yesterday.
If you look closely, you’ll see that the icicles are curved. And yes, the weight is likely damaging our gutters as well, but don’t burst my bubble just yet. I think they’re pretty cool.
Icicles like this always make me think of a childhood memory. I grew up in Michigan, so icicles were a fairly common occurrence. My two younger brothers and I were always instructed to stay away from them and not to play with them, because we could get hurt. I was a good girl, so of course I obeyed my parents. My brothers, of course, were young boys and icicles were tantalizing and fun! I can’t remember how old we were, but maybe I was about 10, so David was 7 and Matt was 4. David, the typical middle child, convinced Matt, the gullible youngest child, to stand under the icicles and try to catch them while David used a ski pole or something to whack them down. And of course an icicle fell right on the top of Matt’s head. I watched it all happen (I wasn’t participating, but I was telling them to stop, of course!) and I was quick to run and tattle on them get help. Matt had to get stitches, and he still has a scar on his head from that icicle. Silly boys! We all laugh about it now.
[Note: 15 minutes after posting this, Craig saw the icicles and insisted they needed to come down. I saw a hint of glee in his eyes as he reached through the bedroom window with a broom to bat them down. No, I did not try to catch them!]