I’m sure my family and friends (and the nation) are sick of hearing us talk about snow, but this is a big deal for us as enough snow to close our offices doesn’t happen very often. I think in the 12 years I’ve worked there, The Martin Agency has only been closed 3 times. However, schools close at the drop of a hat (or even a forecast of snow) because the buses can’t get into the subdivisions.
Which reminds me of a story. The kids, Lizzie the cat and I boarded a plane on Friday, February 2, 1996 to join John in our new home in Richmond. When we got to O’Hare airport in Chicago that evening we found out that a huge storm with ice had hit Virginia and closed the airport there. The airlines were canceling flights but not putting people up in hotels because it was weather-related. I about panicked because I had a cat that hadn’t eaten or used a litter box all day and I didn’t know what I was going to do. I called John’s cousins, John and Sharon who live in one of the northern suburbs, and these angels cancelled their dinner plans and came and got us, took us to a department store so that we could buy “real” winter coats (the kids were wearing southern California-weight jackets as that was all we had), took us to a store where we got a disposable litter box (I didn’t know they made them) and then gave us a place to stay the night. The next day another cousin took us back to the airport as John and Sharon had to work and we were able to get to Richmond.
I don’t know how much snow we had with that storm, but the kids were in heaven. I think it might have been comparable to this storm. Their first day of school on Monday was a snow day, and probably the next couple of days too. We didn’t realize at the time that that was the exception, not the rule. But they still got a number of snow days during the rest of their years in school even though the levels were not enough to keep John and I home too.
Yesterday we spent about 3 hours shoveling the driveway. It’s so long, I had to take 3 pictures to capture it all:
We took a ruler reading out on the front lawn as John thought it was deeper there than our first reading of 7.5″ on the deck. He was right:
Here’s our winter wonderland: