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Midwesterner here. The afternoon did not suck as much as expected (my office said hell no and closed at 1 pm just in case) but the snow ain’t gonna stop for a few more hours, so we’re not planning on going anywhere tomorrow. May the odds be ever in your favor.
Oh, good luck to you too! I think I had you confused with someone Texan, in my mind, though now that I think on it, I suppose I knew you were Midwestern. (Huh, I Internet-know a lot of Texans. I guess it’s a big state.)
Today was horrifyingly violent. Not just the wind, it bucketed rain here. And there were sirens all early-afternoon at work. We nearly witnessed one accident at the intersection just outside; interestingly, the damaged cars both pulled into the parking lot of the dentist’s office next door, and the EMTs took someone on a gurney/backboard into the dentist’s office??? I assume because it was the most convenient thing to do in the wind/rain?? IDK, it was intense.
Anyway. The wind has been crazy since last night; circa 10pm I was sitting on the kitchen floor in my underwear hand-feeding my cat cheese with a pill in it, as I do nowadays, and the wind violently rattled the kitchen door as though someone were about to come through it.
The cat recoiled violently, and I leapt to my feet yelling “WHAT THE FUCK”, so Dude came running in from the living room thinking something terrible had happened to me. (And we have had two home intruders through that kitchen door, both people who thought we were a different house; we’re better at locking the door now.) Fortunately, the cat is cheese-motivated enough that she did not flee far, and came right back to eat the cheese again.
It really sounded like someone was trying to get in. But the door wasn’t locked; if someone had really been trying to get in, they would have just come in, so. I figured out pretty much right away that it was the wind.
I left work at just before 3, even though it wasn’t yet freezing, because I’d finished what I had to do and I just wasn’t going to start anything new.
Dude didn’t come home until his normal time. At like, 5:30, expecting him home any time, I went out and scraped the slush off the driveway with a shovel. I don’t know if that helped. He didn’t turn up, so I went in and took a shower, and he still didn’t turn up, so I went and sat in the bedroom and got dressed and looked at my phone, starting and deleting texts to him because if he was driving in bad snow I didn’t want to distract him.
After a while I wandered out into the kitchen and he said “hey what’s up” from the couch in the living room and scared the everloving fuck out of me. He’d been home since I was in the shower and just… hadn’t said anything… so I’d been worrying about him for nearly 45 minutes at that point and he’d been there the whole time. I was annoyed, but what can you do? I guess I should have checked more thoroughly. I’d assumed he’d poke his head in the bathroom if he arrived while I was showering– I would, if it had been me! But anyway.
It’s real nasty out now, but it wasn’t horrible during the evening commute.
We don’t have to leave the house for a couple of days, so. That’s a nice luxury to have, I find.
Oh the other crazy weather– both my sister, 300 miles away, and my coworker, in South Buffalo, posted Instagram photos/video of terrifying ice dams backing up the creeks by their houses. TERRIFYING. Cazenovia Creek, in South Buffalo, was flooding basements and threatening schools. The Quacken Kill was– it’s hard to say, there’s no news stories because the ice dam broke (sister reported via the family group text that huge relic chunks of ice were up on the patio of the local BBQ joint across the street, but the creek was flowing all right), but from the photos she posted, it was at least five feet above its normal flood stage. If the ice was on the lawn at the BBQ joint that’s a solid ten feet. Nobody’s house would be flooded, though, the banks are crazy steep there.
But I follow the local branch of the National Weather Service on Twitter, and the Buffalo one retweets all kinds of other state ones, so I saw scary bulletins about flooded roads and such all across New York State on my Twitter feed today. Scary!
We’re breaking all kinds of weather records. What exciting times we live in. Sigh.
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sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “Sooooo, ahhhh NGL that looks real shitty, so. I’m going to make a…”
Midwesterner here. The afternoon did not suck as much as expected (my office said hell no and closed at 1 pm just in case) but the snow ain’t gonna stop for a few more hours, so we’re not planning on going anywhere tomorrow. May the odds be ever in your favor.
Oh, good luck to you too! I think I had you confused with someone Texan, in my mind, though now that I think on it, I suppose I knew you were Midwestern. (Huh, I Internet-know a lot of Texans. I guess it’s a big state.)
Today was horrifyingly violent. Not just the wind, it bucketed rain here. And there were sirens all early-afternoon at work. We nearly witnessed one accident at the intersection just outside; interestingly, the damaged cars both pulled into the parking lot of the dentist’s office next door, and the EMTs took someone on a gurney/backboard into the dentist’s office??? I assume because it was the most convenient thing to do in the wind/rain?? IDK, it was intense.
Anyway. The wind has been crazy since last night; circa 10pm I was sitting on the kitchen floor in my underwear hand-feeding my cat cheese with a pill in it, as I do nowadays, and the wind violently rattled the kitchen door as though someone were about to come through it.
The cat recoiled violently, and I leapt to my feet yelling “WHAT THE FUCK”, so Dude came running in from the living room thinking something terrible had happened to me. (And we have had two home intruders through that kitchen door, both people who thought we were a different house; we’re better at locking the door now.) Fortunately, the cat is cheese-motivated enough that she did not flee far, and came right back to eat the cheese again.
It really sounded like someone was trying to get in. But the door wasn’t locked; if someone had really been trying to get in, they would have just come in, so. I figured out pretty much right away that it was the wind.
I left work at just before 3, even though it wasn’t yet freezing, because I’d finished what I had to do and I just wasn’t going to start anything new.
Dude didn’t come home until his normal time. At like, 5:30, expecting him home any time, I went out and scraped the slush off the driveway with a shovel. I don’t know if that helped. He didn’t turn up, so I went in and took a shower, and he still didn’t turn up, so I went and sat in the bedroom and got dressed and looked at my phone, starting and deleting texts to him because if he was driving in bad snow I didn’t want to distract him.
After a while I wandered out into the kitchen and he said “hey what’s up” from the couch in the living room and scared the everloving fuck out of me. He’d been home since I was in the shower and just… hadn’t said anything… so I’d been worrying about him for nearly 45 minutes at that point and he’d been there the whole time. I was annoyed, but what can you do? I guess I should have checked more thoroughly. I’d assumed he’d poke his head in the bathroom if he arrived while I was showering– I would, if it had been me! But anyway.
It’s real nasty out now, but it wasn’t horrible during the evening commute.
We don’t have to leave the house for a couple of days, so. That’s a nice luxury to have, I find.
Oh the other crazy weather– both my sister, 300 miles away, and my coworker, in South Buffalo, posted Instagram photos/video of terrifying ice dams backing up the creeks by their houses. TERRIFYING. Cazenovia Creek, in South Buffalo, was flooding basements and threatening schools. The Quacken Kill was– it’s hard to say, there’s no news stories because the ice dam broke (sister reported via the family group text that huge relic chunks of ice were up on the patio of the local BBQ joint across the street, but the creek was flowing all right), but from the photos she posted, it was at least five feet above its normal flood stage. If the ice was on the lawn at the BBQ joint that’s a solid ten feet. Nobody’s house would be flooded, though, the banks are crazy steep there.
But I follow the local branch of the National Weather Service on Twitter, and the Buffalo one retweets all kinds of other state ones, so I saw scary bulletins about flooded roads and such all across New York State on my Twitter feed today. Scary!
We’re breaking all kinds of weather records. What exciting times we live in. Sigh.
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