The weatherman one early morning was starting to mention the “S” word. Snow with wintry mix, which kinda sounds like a lovely holiday cocktail party. Anyhoo, I mention to my Husband that my yoga class will probably be cancelled. How can you find zen and your core strength if you are worried about slushy roads? Perhaps it’s just me who can’t, since I was raised in the south and one snow flake used to send me in a panic. Now a whole snowman sends me in a panic but that’s another post.
My husband chuckles at me and says, “How cute, my honey is having a snow freakout.”
It’s before 8am when he says this. Not really something I would consider good for his health for I am NOT a morning person. I said, “I’m not freaking out. The last time we got a little sleet yoga was cancelled.”
“Yes you are. Bama Girl is freaking out.”
“No, I’m NOT.”
“Snow freakout.”
Did I mention I’m not a morning person and I hate being picked on before noon? Jot that down for future reference.
So the day of wintry mix arrives and my husband and I drive to work in separate cars. Oh, we work together. I should have mentioned that. Sorry. Around 9am, the snow begins. Wet snow. I’m half hoping yoga is cancelled since I forgot my yoga clothes by the front door. I’m not a morning person, remember, and the title of the blog does say I’m a flibbertigibbet. Jot that down too.
Everything was perfectly fine. It was snowing a little but I’m so beyond that living in the north now. I was working. It was a busy day. Then my husband returns from lunch with some co-workers and informs me, “It’s bad out there.”
How sweet. He’s having a snow freakout! hehehehehehe
People start leaving work early to head home. The slightest little thing can create havoc on the traffic around here. I want to finish one or two things before I leave. I don’t live far so I’m not too worried. Then I get another IM from my Husband, “Are you still here? It’s getting worse. Hon, you should leave.”
Leave work early? Don’t have to tell me twice. Being somewhat of a southern girl (whole other post), I tell him I’m going to stop at the grocery store. You know. Bread. Milk. Chocolate. I ask him if he wants anything. He says he doesn’t care as long as I make it home.
How cute. Snow freakout. hehehehe
So I leave to head home and this is what I encounted on my drive.
I wasn’t freaking. I have a four wheel drive. I AM GOD! Bow to me.
Until sleet starts to hit the windshield and it sounds like I’m driving on potato chips. Screw the grocery store. I got my butt home! I don’t do ice.
But once home I was able to take some lovely pictures around the house of the serene snow. Hopefully it’s the only snow. I’m ready for Spring and getting my hands in my garden. Here are some of the photos I took. I tried to be all artsy-fartsy. Man Ray. Ansel Adams. Margaret Bourke-White. Alas, I’m just a wannabe but a damn fine one!
My butterfly windchime in my garden waiting for Spring because it hates this stinkin’ snow! Can’t you tell? It’s snarling.
Yes, I have a picket fence. I am God’s Punch & Judy Burlesque show. But it’s so lovely in the snow. You can’t see where the neighborhood punks have ripped some pickets off.
My butterfly bush (get your mind out of the gutter!!) that kinda looks like fireworks exploding.
And now wait for the prize winner……
hold on….
My God, that’s stunning. Isn’t that something? I’m an artist! I’m going to use my plump hips and bump ol’ Ansel out of the way! Nature is something though, isn’t it?
Signing Out,
Tink
January 24, 2008 at 3:33 pm
I love the pictures! I think that’s the way I go home too, only I left before you and got home right when it started to sleet! I love your snarling windchime, hahaha!!
February 15, 2008 at 4:25 pm
really enjoyable! I myself had the snow freakout happen this year. Only I was on call and rather than close like everything else around it, Whole Foods decided to stay open…..gotta love a freemarket economy!
Anyway the controller for their water heaters went out. First, its snowing. Second, its Saturday and all the parts houses are closed on Saturday. They will open for the nominal fee of $250 and that doesnt guarantee they will have the part you need either. After explaining this to the manager, he says he has to have the part that day. All the while snow is piling up and the roads are unbearably ridiculous. So, I call the parts hous (27 miles away) and have them meet me there. I spend almost 2.5 hours trying to get there and another 1.5 hours waiting on the guy to get there. We spend an additional hour or so searching the warehouse for a part that is supposed to be in stock but is not. So after another hour of cross referncing parts and catalogs, we finally found a part that would work temporarily.
I get back to Whole Foods at around 9:30 pm and the place is deserted.
I called the manager’s cell and he was at home eating dinner with his man friend. He told me they had decided to close shortly after I left to get the part and that we should just schedule the repair for Monday. Talk about being madder than a sack of rattlesnakes!!!!
Needless to say we billed him for all my time, the fee, the temporary part, the permanent part, and didn’t get his water heater repaired until Friday two weeks later.