So, it’s really been a long while and I have been busy, busy, busy writing, but also traveling a bit too, but then came Snowzilla, or whatever you want to call the January 2016 snowstorm, and well, things went to hell in a handcart!
In preparation for the impending storm, we built a snow fort next to our swing set (made from a wooden picnic table) and threw a tarpaulin over it, which we weighted with garden pavers. This at least would give a small area for the dogs to “go” under, we would just have to see how much we would have to shovel to get them to the snow fort.
We didn’t really think we would get over 18 inches of snow where we live, they tend to be a bit Henny-Penny or Chicken Little, and exaggerate the heck out of a storm that is coming, and when it arrives it’s frequently anti-climactic.
Not this storm!
It started on the Friday night and it was coming down pretty hard and I’m thinking, if it snows like this all night, it might get interesting by morning.
It did snow like that all night, so much so that we couldn’t open our sliding glass doors for fear there would be a mini-avalanche into the house, and it was still snowing at 7 am as I tried to get my two tiny dogs to go out for a pee. No such luck, there we were, outside, shoveling a clear path to the snow fort for the dogs while they sat inside, in the warmth, watching!
It kept on snowing and we were at about 16 inches when we suddenly thought that it might be too heavy for the high deck we have, so out we went and shoveled that off – it took an hour, and during that time the novelty of snow wore off completely. We were now dreading shoveling the driveway and walks and the snow plow had gone by and pushed boulders across the driveway drop-down – oh yay snow!
It was pretty windy, so we decided to wait out the storm a bit before shoveling out front, plus it was bitterly cold too, so what could it hurt?
26 inches of snow fell – everywhere in the street was amazingly beautiful but completely buried. It was hard to tell where sidewalks or driveways were, and the road was no longer plowed, it was simply part of the drifting, pristine white landscape.
It really was picture-postcard-perfect – for about 5 seconds – then we realized we had to shovel it, and it was deep, really deep, higher than my snow boots deep – crap!
The storm was over and people began to surface in our neighborhood, shovels in hand, and the back breaking work of removing 26 inches of snow, spread across a 20×30 ft driveway, and then sidewalks, and then the backyard for the dogs, and then the upper deck, that we’d already shoveled 16 inches off, now had another 10 inches on it.
The novelty of the snow was totally obliterated after the 3 hours it took us to dig out the driveway, sidewalks and drop down – 3 hours of work, spread over about 7 hours, because, well, it just isn’t any fun shoveling snow. The idea of buying a small snow blower / thrower took shape at some point during the shoveling and said item is sitting in my front hall, waiting to be assembled, which I will get to tomorrow (probably).
Alas, we forgot to remove the slide cover from our wooden swing set. It was an awesome tunnel-like cover with soccer balls on it that kept the slide cooler during the summer months – it was crushed like Godzilla had sat on it, and it was torn to shreds along the joins. Oops, should have taken that down, oh well.
We did look at the roof tarp to the swing set and it had a ton of snow on it, but we forgot to do anything about that (hey, we were exhausted from fricking shoveling!). At some point late Saturday, I heard a weird cracking noise. I checked out back for falling trees etc, but nothing. In the morning we got up to find the roof of the swing set had collapsed due to the weight of all that snow – well duh! Not only had it collapsed, it had ripped one of the roof trusses clean off during the collapse, which made us realize we had to shovel the top of the swing set, lest it collapse from about 30 inches of snow that had built up on it, double ugh! But how to get up there to shovel?
I am not an agile person, so getting to the top of the swing set to shovel it was problematic because the roof and the snow had completely blocked the ladder entrance, so I had to shovel the table (that was pretending to be a snow fort for the dogs). Then I climbed on the table and did some of the most awkward snow shoveling I have ever done in my life, just to clear the swing set tower out a bit to allow me to climb up and start shoveling it properly.
I think by the time that was done I was cursing the day I had ever said, “ooh, snow is so pretty.” No it’s not, it’s pretty exhausting perhaps!
So, the slide cover roof had collapsed, the swing set roof had caved in, what more could happen? The roof leaked! The actual roof of the house started leaking about the end of the day on Sunday night, I could have cried. I may actually have cried, if I hadn’t been swearing so much at the ceiling, interspersed with running to get containers to catch the water.
It wasn’t a big leak, thankfully, but it carried a hefty price tag – thank you Christmas bonus for paying for that!
So now, about 10 days after the storm, here I sit, lamenting how long winter is, and grateful that the Groundhog didn’t see his shadow this morning and therefore predicted an early spring. (I don’t know how he didn’t see his shadow, since it was a lovely clear day in Gobbler’s Knob, but hell, I’d rather think we might get an early spring than a longer winter right now!) As an aside, apparently he’s only right about 55% of the time, so an early spring is still very iffy based on those odds.
I feel like I was a little dog chasing its tail for the past 10 days and now finally, exhausted, I am able to get life back to as normal as it ever is.
Mostly, I am glad to get back to writing and renovating my house, even if I do have a brand new project (AKA ceiling repair due to the leak).
How many weeks is it until spring is supposed to start officially? LOL!
Oh yeah, back to the title, my very wet knee! I have already repaired the swing set roof today and removed the destroyed slide cover, but in the process of re-roofing the swing set I knelt down in a puddle of water. “I have a very wet knee!” I proclaimed to my nine year old, who cracked up laughing and said my knee had peed itself. I really shouldn’t have laughed at that but I did and every time she comes into the room she points at my pant leg and reminds me of it.
I still do have a wet knee, but it’s no longer very wet!