The Progeny
Blizzardly Day
First off, a little unfinished business...Yes, Kendra DID get home safely. I didn't realize until reading Sharon's comment that I'd neglected to report on the official safe arrival. Very sorry. We went right to eating and yakking and Ma forgot.
Secondly, I did get back safely from cleaning the church this afternoon, though I had a few anxious moments as I looked out glass doors and tried to gauge whether this poor Ma would have to spend a night or two in the janitor's closet.
I figured I could always walk the 1/4 mile home, even if things were too drifted to drive.
Speaking of which, I took the red mini van down to do the cleaning, since it was parked on the driveway, closer to the road. Plus, it has front-wheel drive.
I was just barely able to back in to the same spot. The drive is drifted shut behind the van.
There's no going outta there, baby. And since the blizzard warning has been set to run until 6pm tomorrow, our church has been canceled.
I figured that would happen at the church where I clean, but you just KNOW, that if I hadn't cleaned, it wouldn't have been. It's the same principle that governs window washing...you wash them, and it will rain. You don't wash them and it WON'T rain, leading people to wonder why the glass doors didn't get washed that week.
(fortunately for me, winter pretty much guarantees a break from washing windows :-)
When I got home, the kids wanted to go out-SIDE.
"ARE YOU GUYS NUTS ?"
"Fine. You'll be back inside of five minutes."
Ethan and Carolyn immediately went to the windy north side of the house and commenced on survival caves.
I told Trevor he couldn't go outside, a HUGE disappointment that was mostly mollified with hot chocolate. It also helped that Jason and Kendra were around and repeated the sensible maxim, "Only crazy people go outside in a blizzard, Trevor."
Derek joined them, but as you can see, conditions were not that far from white-out.
I doubt they were outside more than 30 minutes.
Towards evening, the clouds were gone, as evidenced by the setting sun...
...setting into a ground blizzard, that is.
We'll see what the landscape looks like, tomorrow.
Stay warm, everyone.
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Secondly, I did get back safely from cleaning the church this afternoon, though I had a few anxious moments as I looked out glass doors and tried to gauge whether this poor Ma would have to spend a night or two in the janitor's closet.
I figured I could always walk the 1/4 mile home, even if things were too drifted to drive.
Speaking of which, I took the red mini van down to do the cleaning, since it was parked on the driveway, closer to the road. Plus, it has front-wheel drive.
I was just barely able to back in to the same spot. The drive is drifted shut behind the van.There's no going outta there, baby. And since the blizzard warning has been set to run until 6pm tomorrow, our church has been canceled.
I figured that would happen at the church where I clean, but you just KNOW, that if I hadn't cleaned, it wouldn't have been. It's the same principle that governs window washing...you wash them, and it will rain. You don't wash them and it WON'T rain, leading people to wonder why the glass doors didn't get washed that week.
(fortunately for me, winter pretty much guarantees a break from washing windows :-)
When I got home, the kids wanted to go out-SIDE.
"ARE YOU GUYS NUTS ?"
"Fine. You'll be back inside of five minutes."
Ethan and Carolyn immediately went to the windy north side of the house and commenced on survival caves.I told Trevor he couldn't go outside, a HUGE disappointment that was mostly mollified with hot chocolate. It also helped that Jason and Kendra were around and repeated the sensible maxim, "Only crazy people go outside in a blizzard, Trevor."
Derek joined them, but as you can see, conditions were not that far from white-out.
I doubt they were outside more than 30 minutes.
Towards evening, the clouds were gone, as evidenced by the setting sun...
...setting into a ground blizzard, that is.We'll see what the landscape looks like, tomorrow.
Stay warm, everyone.
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 8:40 PM
3 Comments:
Why would a person who lives in the country wash their windows? Some of us who live in town don't even do it but once a year or so... :P
This post is making me shiver.
You SHOULD shiver, Thainamu :-)
The official Ackley school site says the windchill is -35 (9:00am Sunday).
What kind of crazy people live up here, anyways!?
Rebekah: I was referring to washing the glass doors as the church, where I clean. Unfortunately, I've never been able to persuade my family to pay me for cleaning, so I hardly every clean a house window even ONCE per year. And the last time I took the trouble to pull off these old archaic storms from the outside kitchen windows (so my knick-knacks on the sill could be more aptly displayed), I cracked one putting it back in....so, NO MORE WINDOW WASHING FOR ME!
Except over by the bird feeder, so I can get pictures...
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