I’m usually a big fan of our snowplow guys (until they dump a ton of snow in our driveway,) but today, I have to wonder what’s going on. Did they all take a vacation? Is there a strike going on that I’m not aware of? Did the prospect of icy rain scare them off the roads? Who knows.
Either way, I’m not too happy about the fact that as of 11:45 am, no snowplow or salt truck has plowed either of our roads – the small residential street that our driveway is off of, or the larger, busier, thoroughfare that is in front of the house. It’s a mess.
Usually these trucks come through at all hours of the night to keep the roads clean. If the storm hits at 2:00am, the trucks are out there by 3 or 4 am constantly clearing the main road, at the very least. We can count on a plow clearing our residential street by midmorning at least, and they always come through and clear it again right after I finish cleaning out the driveway. Murphy’s law – a clean driveway must be irresistable to them. I can just picture one of the truck drivers muttering “Must…drag…snow…into…the driveway! Must…block…them…in!”
So, instead of going out and doing the things I need to do like get groceries and go on a photo shoot, I’m housebound. Again. I’m not a bad driver when the weather is nasty, but I do know my limits. Two to four inches of slushy snow pounded into mush on the roadway is not a good situation for me to drive in, especially when it’s starting to sleet. I had hoped that the salt would make things safe enough for me to go out, but the lack of any work on the roads is giving me cabin fever.
So. Here’s a product of our icicles – the bottom layer, of sorts. As the icicles drip off the warmer roof, the droplets splash into the snow and refreeze, producing a lacy stalagmite to the larger stalactite hanging above. Gravity wins in the end, producing a sheet of droplets instead of a spike.
I guess it’s time to go work on culling the files I don’t need – office work is certainly not my favorite thing to do!