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dragonlady7It snowed all day yesterday, and we got a good hearty accumulation of six inches or so. Which is notable but not unusual, and so we didn't expect there to be much trouble with it-- it wasn't a whiteout or anything.
Except.
No plows came. City of Buffalo didn't plow, Town of Tonawanda didn't plow, Village of Kenmore didn't plow... nobody got snowblowers out either, the plow services that do people's driveways and the parking lots and sidewalks just... didn't.
It's eerie, and weird. And also, it sucks, on every single level.
And so Dude sat for an hour on the highway to get home, because since they didn't plow it, it was quite slushy and difficult to drive on.
And I took over a half an hour to walk home, when usually it takes me at most twenty minutes; I waited fifteen minutes and then realized that our evening plans were definitely not happening. (Helped, unfortunately, by the guy Dude carpools with not actually leaving early like he'd agreed they would; Dude was prepared to go by quarter after 4, and then waited 50 minutes, and they walked out at five after five, "early". I would have murdered this carpooling guy but then I'd've killed him about three years ago at this point, this is far from the first time this sort of thing has happened, and I guess I should be glad my dude is so tolerant that he hasn't killed him and gone to prison for it.)
I hurt myself walking home; it was treacherous footing, and I strained my back, which would've been fine except I had to shovel out to the door, and then I made dinner, and it seemed okay and then I sat down and everything sort of went into spasm, and I just... lay there. I awoke this morning very stiff and sore and tired, and very badly did not want to go to work; it's a bad breathing day, somehow, i don't know, but I've been cranky and light-headed in that way I remember from childhood being during asthma attacks. I don't seem to be having one, I just can't get enough air. Who knows.
Anyway, I dragged myself up off the couch, dug out the car as minimally as I could get away with, and drove to work. Fuck walking in this bullshit, I'm so over winter and nobody has shoveled their walks. It's eight inches of snow and everyone's just decided to give up on it. There's no warm-up in the forecast, it's not like it's going above freezing tomorrow so it'd melt anyway-- no! It's 13 degrees today, it'll be 12 tomorrow, there's no warm-up in the long-range either. We're just going to live like this, forever, I guess.
My back is killing me-- nothing torn or sprained, I don't think, just overused muscles.
And I wish I weren't here today, I want to be in bed with the cat and a heating pad and some cocoa, and I want to spread out the mammoths novel in front of me and figure out what the fuck is wrong with it, but I am beginning to think I will actually die of old age before I have a chance to do that.
Maybe tonight I'll at least get the ice cream I was dying for yesterday, but I'm not holding my breath. Fuck looking forward to things, I'm tired of being disappointed. Time to retreat into a not-wanting-anything anhedonic cocoon of safety for the rest of this God-forsaken fucking hell-winter.
Except.
No plows came. City of Buffalo didn't plow, Town of Tonawanda didn't plow, Village of Kenmore didn't plow... nobody got snowblowers out either, the plow services that do people's driveways and the parking lots and sidewalks just... didn't.
It's eerie, and weird. And also, it sucks, on every single level.
And so Dude sat for an hour on the highway to get home, because since they didn't plow it, it was quite slushy and difficult to drive on.
And I took over a half an hour to walk home, when usually it takes me at most twenty minutes; I waited fifteen minutes and then realized that our evening plans were definitely not happening. (Helped, unfortunately, by the guy Dude carpools with not actually leaving early like he'd agreed they would; Dude was prepared to go by quarter after 4, and then waited 50 minutes, and they walked out at five after five, "early". I would have murdered this carpooling guy but then I'd've killed him about three years ago at this point, this is far from the first time this sort of thing has happened, and I guess I should be glad my dude is so tolerant that he hasn't killed him and gone to prison for it.)
I hurt myself walking home; it was treacherous footing, and I strained my back, which would've been fine except I had to shovel out to the door, and then I made dinner, and it seemed okay and then I sat down and everything sort of went into spasm, and I just... lay there. I awoke this morning very stiff and sore and tired, and very badly did not want to go to work; it's a bad breathing day, somehow, i don't know, but I've been cranky and light-headed in that way I remember from childhood being during asthma attacks. I don't seem to be having one, I just can't get enough air. Who knows.
Anyway, I dragged myself up off the couch, dug out the car as minimally as I could get away with, and drove to work. Fuck walking in this bullshit, I'm so over winter and nobody has shoveled their walks. It's eight inches of snow and everyone's just decided to give up on it. There's no warm-up in the forecast, it's not like it's going above freezing tomorrow so it'd melt anyway-- no! It's 13 degrees today, it'll be 12 tomorrow, there's no warm-up in the long-range either. We're just going to live like this, forever, I guess.
My back is killing me-- nothing torn or sprained, I don't think, just overused muscles.
And I wish I weren't here today, I want to be in bed with the cat and a heating pad and some cocoa, and I want to spread out the mammoths novel in front of me and figure out what the fuck is wrong with it, but I am beginning to think I will actually die of old age before I have a chance to do that.
Maybe tonight I'll at least get the ice cream I was dying for yesterday, but I'm not holding my breath. Fuck looking forward to things, I'm tired of being disappointed. Time to retreat into a not-wanting-anything anhedonic cocoon of safety for the rest of this God-forsaken fucking hell-winter.
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Date: 2019-03-01 10:05 am (UTC)