Friday, February 5, 2016

You're Drunk, Mother Nature. Go Home.

So far, this winter has been odd. I know, I know, it's New England. Expect the unexpected. However, the past couple of months have gone beyond the sporadic New England winter weather. Today was no exception. For the past few days they've predicted snow. No big deal. A few inches. Maybe six. I didn't pay too much attention to the weather reports.

This morning I woke up to discover several inches of snow on the ground. Again, not a big deal. Late morning, I stepped outside. Front porch. That's when I heard it. A deep, loud crack. The same sound you'd hear if a tree was in the process of falling. Seconds later, it was obvious whatever fell hit something. It caught the attention of the neighbors who were outside shoveling or feeding chickens.

It was a large tree branch. I grabbed a handful of snow that had accumulated on the porch railing. Heavy, wet snow. The snow was still falling. Not good.

About a half hour after returning indoors, the lights started flickering. Dimming. The kids go nuts with power issues. They hear stuff the human ear can't hear. The wind was picking up. When Lisa phoned at lunch I was on the front porch again. Lisa could hear large tree limbs cracking. The kids heard it too.

Sophie hid under my doggy themed Snuggie. Coco stayed under the blankets. Lobo was restless and couldn't decide where he wanted to lounge. 

I had 5 meetings scheduled for earlier today. I wasn't sure if the power would hold up. Thankfully it did. However, our internet was choppy and went offline here and there.

By this evening, the snow stopped. People posted photos on Facebook of downed trees. Most of the areas in eastern Connecticut had no power and probably wouldn't until Sunday. We were lucky. The internet, I'm not holding out hope for. I'm squeezing this post in during a good interval.

Are you drunk, Mother Nature? Too many margaritas or wine? Why do I get the feeling you're going to dole out more doozie weather this winter?

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