That’s a depiction of the amount of snow we’ve had dropped on us so far. I took this at about 8:50am.
I’m thinking of taking the same pic every two hours or so. How’s that sound, good? Fascinating? Pointless and stupid but I’m still going to do it anyway? Yeah, that one.
We’re going to get slammed tomorrow. I am trying to get a consensus on the snowfall projections. It looks like it’s either 12-18″, 18-24″, or more than 24 inches. Two feet. Crap.
In other words, it’s a Five French Toast Slices storm.
Someone at work today asked if we all had our French Toast supplies (eggs, milk, bread). Someone else sent a link to the French Toast Alert System. I am overwhelmed with glee over having this in my life now.
The site has a storm alert rating based on slices of French Toast:
Tomorrow’s storm is waffling between 4 slices and 5 slices. Either way, Harvey Leonard is happy, and old ladies are getting run over in the supermarket milk section.
It’s chaos out there, and it hasn’t even started yet.
Hold on to your butts, kids.
Is everyone ready? New England is going to get meteorologically bitch slapped tomorrow. Well, starting sometime tonight, I think. The National Weather Service is saying my area is going to get 18-24″ of snow. WCVB TV (our local ABC affiliate) says we’re in for 24″+. I don’t like the sound of either of those. Also, the words “bomb cyclone” have been written. I don’t know what that means, but it doesn’t sound good, right?
It’s supposed to start overnight tonight and carry through until Sunday morning. Here’s hoping we can book a plow to come and at least slice off the snow bank at the end of the driveway. Now I know I have been working out for four whole days and should be able to easily move a mountain of snow (#sarcasm) but I just don’t want to. Fingers crossed on the plow. We won’t be able to book anything until tomorrow, but we’re hoping to get one for Sunday morning sometime.
In New England it is common for citizens to make a run on the grocery stores in the day prior to a forecast storm. Unfortunately for us, today is the day that we would be getting groceries even without the storm, so we’re likely going to get shut out. We’re still in Covid mode as far as shopping is concerned and we’ve been using instacart, but they aren’t guaranteeing delivery times for today. Oh well. We’ll survive.
The planned rewiring of the dining room light switches might be paused until the driveway is clear. Just in case, you know? The Paramedics are going to have enough trouble hauling my electrocuted ass out that we shouldn’t make it worse for them by asking them to carry me through snow too.
Duck and cover, boys and girls. The Bomb Cyclone is a comin’.
There are a couple of things going on at work today that are going to make the day a tough one. Not really looking forward to this one. Oh well, that’s what they pay me the big bucks for (I do not actually make big bucks, more like just normal bucks).
So, anyone else suddenly seeing an increase in Apple Watch battery use? I charge to 100% in the morning, and then for months I was maybe 45-55% when I went to bed. On Monday and Tuesday I was down to the low 30’s, and last night I was down to the high teens. Did something change? My iPhone took an update a few days ago. I wonder.
Looking ahead to the weekend, it sounds like we’re going to get bitch slapped with a snow storm on Saturday. On that day we are planning something insane. Something… unbelievable. Jen wants to… rewire a light switch. I’m totally going to make you wait for more info on that. Just call me Rob the Blog Tease, oh yeah.
Bring on the Thursday.
It’s almost half past noon and I haven’t posted anything yet? What’s wrong? Did Robbie fall down a well? Did I go into the witness protection program? Did someone tell me that you can catch Covid from wordpress.com so I locked it down?
Nope. Just busy.
I paid that dude $20 to shovel the driveway and, while it was money well spent and I would do it again, the dude did a pretty crummy job. That plus the additional snow that fell after he left means I had to shovel everything again. It’s all done, but my back doesn’t work anymore and the pain is borderline shocking.
Sooooooo I think I am going to sit here at the alternate desk in Jen’s office for a while. Ho hum.
I’ve been able to work on a little music between last night and today so far. I did some drums and bass stuff on two re-recordings. I hope to play some guitar tonight and do some car singing in the morning. I have one song ready to mix as well, so maybe I’ll get to that today? Who knows. It all depends on the pain level.
I still need to mop the kitchen floor, and there is a grocery delivery coming that I’ll need to put away. The rest of the day will be sitting here trying not to let my spine fall off.
Yippee!
It’s 3:59pm and I am more or less free to break for lunch for the first time. What a day!
The kids are back to their dad’s for the weekend. It’s sad. Bellana will be coming over for some of the weekend so that’s good, but she’s off to study abroad next week so that’s sad but it’s also happy. This empty nest stuff just messes with my head in the worst ways.
I did a little shoveling this morning. Bellana did more. She was able to make it to her appointment and everything went safe and well. I expected that she and Harry would have to do some shoveling so they could get out to head to dad’s but wouldn’t you know it, some guy was going door to door asking to shovel driveways. If he wants to do it, then go for it. I had enough cash on hand to pay him, so off he went. He didn’t do all that great a job, but every snow flake he moved is one that I don’t have to move so it’s a win for me regardless. Also, who still carries cash? What’s the matter with you, Robert? Get with the 21st century, would ya?
91 minutes until the weekend. I can make it, I know I can. Here’s hoping I get to play a lot of guitar over the next couple of days. Every time it snows I feel like I should play to balance out the snow hate with some music love. Just keep me right in the middle, like lukewarm water*.
*If you haven’t seen This is Spinal Tap then we really can’t be friends. I mean, we can still relate on some level, but we really can’t be besties or anything like that.
I tried putting this on youtube but it just played the 10 second, non-slow mo video. Jerk.
I hate snow.
Snow… shit; I’m still only in snow.*
We got a few inches last night and we’re supposed to get a few more today. I saw a news report that said Norwood had six inches before 6:00am, but that’s about 45 miles from here. That’s practically a different ecosystem.
I haven’t even put my coat on and my back is already killing me. I just took some Tylenol. Somehow I doubt it will save me. Bellana has an appointment this morning, and at some point later today both kids will go back to dad’s for the weekend. I am not going to be able to shovel everything before work, but maybe I can give them a head start.
Oh and yes, by writing this I am stalling like a boss. You readers are smart cookies. You all saw right through my little ruse.
*Saigon… shit; I’m still only in Saigon.
You knew where that one came from too. Ya’ll are smart cookies, just like I said.
The forecast is calling for about six inches of snow tonight and tomorrow. I hate snow. I may have mentioned that before. I really hate snow.
There are shovels on the steps under the overhang. The trash has been taken out. The cars have been arranged in the driveway. Bellana has an appointment in the morning and she’s going to borrow a car and we have the car with the best snow safety record on the outside.
Did I mention I hate snow?
There isn’t much I like about winter weather, but last night we got a little taste of one thing I do actually really enjoy.
I checked the forecast at one point yesterday because the weather was looking a little iffy and the kids had a long drive back to school. It said we were going to get 1-2 inches of snow, but it wouldn’t start until long after the kids were off the road. That was good, even though all snow is bad.
I woke up this morning expecting to see some fresh snow on the ground. When I looked out the window I saw that there wasn’t any fresh snow. The forecast was wrong. It didn’t snow, or if it did it didn’t stick.
Ah, now that’s a happy way to start a Monday!
Just six months to go until Spring, kids. Bring it on!
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