Between Tuesday night and Wednesday evening, 8 inches of snow fell in our neighborhood. Having just returned from a trip to the land.of.cubicles on Tuesday afternoon, I was feeling pretty good about my uncanny ability to plan meetings around poor driving conditions...ok, I had no way of knowing it would be 80 degrees on Monday and then the first snow storm of the season would arrive on Tuesday after I pulled off the freeway...but still, I'm really thankful I didn't have to be out driving 100 miles round trip in the stuff.
I woke on Wednesday morning and did something I have done ever since I was little, while still perched on the edge of my bed, I pulled back the curtain just enough to see that the forecasters had been right! Everything was blanketed in fresh white snow, and it was still falling. There's nothing quite like waking up to freshly fallen snow...especially when school is cancelled, or, ahem, you are the.home.werker and you can bask in the glory of new fallen snow from the comfort of your cozy home office.
I cracked open a tube of cinnamon rolls and got comfortable on the couch with my laptop and a fleece blanket...only to discover that our internet was not connecting. As many of you know from previous posts, I rely HEAVILY on the internet to do my job, and having to spend 20 minutes on the line with the Qwest>>CenturyLink girl who pronounced 'filters' as 'flitters'... and only after we had exhausted all possible options of it being a user error did she then check to see if there was a regional outage. Of COURSE there was, the rain from the night before, combined with the heavy snow knocked out the power line supplying our internet connection....speaking of which...
About an hour after consuming our cinnamon rolls and twiddling our thumbs because we were not connected to the internet, a deafening silence came over the house. The lights flickered, the heater turned off, and the crockpot stopped cooking. The electricity had gone out too!
Jake was home yesterday, so I took my werk with me on my trusty iphone, and we headed out to run some errands and hope that the electricity and heat would soon kick on, oh, and the internet too.
A few hours later, we came home to a cool house and still no electricity or internet connection, and a guy who showed up to blow out our sprinkler system on the coldest and snowiest day in 7 months. Little did I know, he left our backyard gate wide open, and Lexi decided to give herself a tour of the neighborhood. Thankfully, I poked my head out the door to get our mail just as she was crossing the street. After minutes of extreme panic, running through the snow in my flats and ankle socks, and cornering her in the neighbor's backyard, we got her corralled back into the yard. I think she was pretty ticked at me for catching her, you could tell she had gotten the taste of freedom and was not happy about being back in her more than adequate yard.
I, on the other hand, cannot stop checking the gate or for her whereabouts whenever she goes outside now. At about 5 pm, the heat, electricity, and internet all kicked back on. The crock pot started cooking, the house started warming, and I desperately needed to charge my iphone after werking from it all day.
The snow, however, was beautiful. The cinnamon rolls were delicious. Jake still ate an Italian beef sandwich from the crockpot at 10pm. Lexi, might still be a little bummed.