Ten inches of snow is no big deal, although this was the first major snow event since the Snowpocalypse. We were prepared. We parked both vehicles at the top of the hill, made sure we had milk and supplies. The propane tank was full(ish), and I made sure the chickens had a full tank of water and plenty of food.
I wasn't prepared for a whole week of no school. Nope. No siree.
Since Tuesday was the snow day, I thought, I totally understand and support not having school. The roads were a mess, and it was coming down!
Wednesday, the roads were still a mess, but we'd dug out the top of our driveway, and dug paths to the cars, the chicken coop, and around the entire house. We even got mail that day.
Thursday, no school...and not because the roads out here in the west were still a mess. (I mean, some were, and that is no joke.) But more importantly, some of the town roads still hadn't been cleared, and the HOAs hadn't finished clearing some of their roads and sidewalks.
Friday turned into Monday, in that, today we were supposed to have another day off school, a moveable teacher workday. It got moved to Friday.
The Husband teleworked the entire week. I got very little writing done, although I did move approximately 18 tons of snow. I didn't tidy much, but I tried to get the chickens to get along with the new girls. I failed to cook anything exciting, but I hosted two neighborhood boys on different days. I didn't leave the farm much, but I got to visit with various neighbors.
Do I sound a little nonchalant? I think so, too. Even when the basement sump pump stopped working, it was a shrug versus out-and-out panic. Nothing that a hairdryer and some hot water couldn't fix, it turned out.
And now we prepare for another polar vortex.
I mean, I should be uneasy. We still don't have the driveway clear. The road south of us is growing narrower and narrower as the snow drifts cover the sides. I could use some gas in the car. I don't have a space cleared for the generator, in the event we can use it.
It could be I am getting used to this. We as humans have this amazing ability to adapt. For example, now, when I hurt myself or feel pain, I rate it on the scale of childbirth.
Mother blankety blank! I fell on that blankety blank step again!!! Ow ow ow! There's blood! Dangit!... Well, this IS only a four on a scale of childbirth. Eh, I'll survive.
I layer clothes, use my ski pants whenever the heck I want to, and have been holding my big warm lamb coat in reserve. I have new sweaters, and add an extra pair of socks when I use my muck boots to go out and check the chickens. I assess the wind and the sun before deciding if I need a coat or not (trust me, when you are wearing 4 layers, top and bottom, a coat can be too much at times.) And I keep a pair of nice shoes in the car, so that I can just hike up there in my muckers and change when I arrive wherever I am going.... I've got this down, I think!
We all know what's going to happen now....