10 February 2010

Excitement, After the Fact

Let me set the scene for you. It snowed yesterday. It snowed a lot. I think the guy on the radio said that we got about 12 inches of snow all told. This is what my house and street look like this morning.

As is often the case, when we went to bed last night the plow had not yet put in an appearance on our street. We had shoveled four or five times throughout the course of the day, and I knew that when the plow came it would make a giant mess of the bottom of the driveway. At 4:00 this morning I woke up and thought to myself, "Ahh, there went the plow. And he must have really been moving. He was going so fast it made the whole house shake." I told Husband when he woke up that I had heard the plow and that we were going to have to shovel again before he left to take the dog to the vet this morning.

I went outside at 7:30, and sure enough there was the plow mess at the bottom of the driveway, as well as another 2 inches of snow to be taken care of. So we spent 20 minutes clearing everything out so Husband wouldn't drive over the snow and make it even harder to shovel later. He took off to the vet, and Daughter and I walked down to the bus stop to wait for the bus which was predictably 10 minutes late. (She's always 10 minutes late when it's cold and windy out.)

When Husband came in a minute or two after I got back from the bus stop he said, "You didn't hear the plow this morning. It was a 3.8 earthquake."

Oh. Well that was exciting, in retrospect.


Carrie said...

I was sure it was the snow plow but didn't register the time, I just thought "Snow Day!" Unfortunately woke at 5 to a phone call to sub, no snow day and no more sleep either!

Five Ferns Fibreholic said...

I am fortunate in the fact that the kids gets picked up at the end of our driveway. I don't even have to set foot outside the door.

So there are benefits to living out in the boonies.