Wednesday, February 1st, 2012

Snowtorious 2011

One year ago tonight, the snow was piling up. Keep in mind this wasn't just any snow storm. People gave this one trendy monikers. Snowpocalypse. Snowmageddon. Snowtorious B.I.G. This snow storm actually closed my office in advance. The storm was so big that Susan and I made a promise to purchase a snow blower for 2012.

My commute from work that afternoon was slow, but that's truly an understatement. I'm fairly certain that my Prius remained in electric mode for a majority of my eastbound journey on the Reagan Expressway. The snow was steady, and the drive was bumper to bumper, but I made it home before the drifts were too daunting. We decided it would be a night for cooking dinner and playing board games. Of course, the electricity went out before our meal was done. And, Uno is challenging by candlelight. Green and blue cards look identical in the dark. Fortunately, our power was restored quickly.

Normally, when decent snow storms roll through, I'll step out and shovel the driveway and sidewalk multiple times. I figured two or three easy times is better than one back-breaking, heart attack-inducing time. Since both of our office were closed the following day, I decided to leave it. We called it a night without stepping outside.

When I woke up, I gazed out the window and our driveway was covered. I couldn't see the fence between our driveway and our neighbor's yard. Yes, it was still snowing. And yes, we received as much snow as the meteorologists predicted. This is a good point to mention again that we didn't own a snow blower yet. It took a while just getting outside. Both our front and side doors were blocked. I didn't actually clock how much time it took, but I recall taking three or four one-hour breaks throughout the day. I'd say a fairly accurate estimate was around eight hours of shoveling.

Here's the proof.

The next day I called my Dad to ask about 1967 and 1979. I wasn't around when the Blizzard of 1967 crippled Chicago, but I was in early grade school when the Blizzard of 1979 rolled around. My Dad claims that 1967 was still by far the worst. At the time he lived on Chicago's south side and was working at his first full-time job as a teacher in Elmhurst. Relatively speaking, he said 1979 was a piece of cake. We lived just over one mile away from his school in Westchester at the time.

Today was perfect for February 1. I stepped out for lunch, and it was so warm, I decided to leave my jacket behind. Temperatures should be in 40s for the rest of the week. What a difference one year can make.


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1 Comment
lgrant
Amazing weather in the MW area this year. A friend in IL told me the ground isn't even frozen.
LGrant   Thursday, February 2, 2012
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