. . . but today most of it melted. My ice disk quartet was completely snowed under for two days. This is what it looked like this morning:
And this is what was left a little after noon:
When Travvy and I went out walking on Saturday morning, a light dusting of snow created subtle patterns on the ground.
Then it snowed and snowed all day long till there was about a foot of snow on my deck. Four inches makes it almost impossible to open my front door, so from time to time I interrupted my work to get out there with a shovel.
It was still snowing and pretty damn dark when Trav and I went out exploring. Since my nearest neighbors were away and I (of course) don’t have a cell phone, at 4:45 I posted on Facebook that we were going for a walk and if I didn’t check in within an hour or so to notify one of the more distant neighbors to send out a search party.
Well! It was tough going out there. My car was totally buried. The snow was heavy, heavy and wet. Many trees and limbs were bent way over with snow, like this:
Off in the woods I heard trees cracking. The path I usually take along the Dr. Fisher Rd., to avoid the worst puddles (aka lakes), was blocked by one tree after another. I kept detouring around the trees and pretty soon I was on a side road I didn’t recognize. Hmm. It is really easy to get turned around in the snow and dark. Intellectually I knew that no matter what direction I walked in, I’d hit a road eventually, but the idea of slogging an extra two or three miles on a night like this was not attractive.
Then I spotted the distinctive house marker (see photo at left) at the end of one neighbor’s driveway, so I knew where I was. After that it was slog slog slog along the path that winds behind the West Tisbury School. I hollered at whoever was blowing snow at another neighbor’s house, but the snow blower was too loud and nobody heard me.
Trav likes to do his business way off in the woods, but I told him no way were we going so far that I couldn’t see some house lights. He humored me. We made the first tracks on Halcyon Way. No surprise there: what other idiots would be out in this?
When I checked back in on Facebook, it was about an hour since I’d left. Two friends in Australia were seriously thinking of contacting my neighbors.
Sunday was dig-out day. I secretly like shoveling, so I shoveled my neighbors out as well as myself and Malvina Forester. My neighbor has shoveled me out more than once. I think he secretly likes shoveling too.
Halcyon Way didn’t look like anything would ever drive down it again . . .
but DECA showed up around noon and cleared both the road and the driveway. I could go anywhere, but where was there to go? Writers’ group was cancelled because there was nowhere to park at Cynthia’s. Last year the big snow of late January hung around and around and around. The writers’ group met at the library once or twice. Cynthia’s annual Groundhog Day party had to be cancelled for the first time in 25 years because there was nowhere to park in the driveway, the back field, or alongside the road.
Looks like it’ll be a go for this year. Whether the groundhog will see his or her shadow, who knows?
Ooooh. Nice pupsicles! We got dust. Again, more snow envy.
I can’t believe you don’t have a cell phone Susanna!
That was a smart thing to do -to tell people to watch out for you in an hour. I have an ER story I’ll tell you some day -the woman would not be alive today if she didn’t have a cell phone with her while jogging in the state forest on a cold icey day.
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When Trav and I were traveling to off-island Rally-O trials several times a year, I thought about getting one. Major considerations: pay phones are almost nonexistent, and getting accurate directions from human beings was almost impossible. People working at gas stations and other places that used to be reliable haven’t been around long enough to know how to get anywhere, even when it turns out to be half a mile up the road.
When I was regularly horseback riding alone in the state forest and elsewhere, I got ragged on all the time for not carrying a cell phone. It’s amazing how dependent we’ve become on the things in a relatively short period of time.
I’ve only just now broken down and acquired a cell phone, an old one of Howie’s that he stocked with a year’s worth of usage. I haven’t made a single call on the thing, but it’s in my pocket in case he calls me or I call him. Dreadful things! Pernicious!
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Cynthia, that’s pretty much what I think of them. I’m not a phone person. I am an email junkie, and except when I’m on the road or in the woods, I’m within reach of my laptop. Considering how little use I have for them, they’re also expensive. I’ll probably get one eventually, but the time is not yet.