That was yesterday. A whole lot of no fun. Our house, which received nearly 30 inches of snow from last weekend’s nor’easter, received another foot-and-a-half on Wednesday.
No photograph or video could ever do it justice. And we’re facing another go-round on Monday, from the storm currently ready to dump six to 12 inches of snow on the Dallas-Ft. Worth area.
There was a lot of shoveling, there was lost power and a lost cable television signal, and a fun moment when I accidentally introduced our giant Craftsman snowblower to the rear, driver’s side door of our 2008 Hyundai Elantra. If we weren’t ready to move to Charleston, South Carolina before, we certainly would have been by now.
On the bright side of all of this, because school was closed and courts were closed in Philadelphia–not only on Wednesday but again today–I have been at home with my wife, a super-excited three-year-old, and a very happy if not a little cabin-feverish Brittany. Yesterday was a little too snowy, and with the power outage left us without a way to watch the movies we rented. Today, however, is ripe for sledding and snowman-creation.
Another welcome side effect of winter storms gone wild–South Carolina Sen. Jim DeMint tweeted yesterday that the snow will continue “until Al Gore cries ‘uncle’”–is that the federal government is closed for business. There’s something to be said about the state of our nation when a governmental snow day is good for America. I for one, wish they wouldn’t go back to work until spring.
What has been funny, though, is that everywhere you seem to go, whether it be down the street to talk to a shovel-wielding neighbor, or at the gas station for a cup of needed coffee, or at the top of a too-close-for-comfort tree-lined sledding hill, everyone seems to have the same disdain for one thing — and it’s not Mother Nature.
“Gloooobaaaaal Waaaaaarmingggg!!” That was what one forty-something, likely frost-bitten dad screamed as he flew past me in an inflatable snow tube, as I lugged a child and a plastic sled up the aforementioned hill.
“Maybe all the emissions from my snowblower will cause some more global warming and get rid of some of this snow,” said one neighbor of mine, a volunteer firefighter, as he took a break from clearing the sidewalk in front of his house.
It’s ridiculous. We all know it. And as poll after poll shows us that Americans simply don’t register man-made climate change–real or not–anywhere near the top of their list of concerns should tell us that the very same movement which just a few years ago brought thousands together for rock music concerts worldwide has lost steam, and has been exposed as a fraud by hacked emails, dissenting scientists, and plain ole’ common sense. The hardly unexpected assertion that this year’s heavy winter actually confirms the danger of climate change will fall on disbelieving ears.
In the meantime, all politics aside, we’re going to continue to dig out and we’re going to try to have fun doing it. After all, this is our final winter in Philadelphia, and it is the snowiest winter on record. Might as well make the best of it.
Here are a few photos of our house, our street, and how we’ve been passing the time: