Photo: Captain Nemo planting his personal flag on a cliff of Antarctica, from the first edition of Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.
There won't be much to do in the next few days, besides shoveling, so I thought I'd keep a running blog entry during that time. I'll publish it when I'm done, for now, but it might get longer as I include more over the next few days. So, for now:
--Expected accumulation by the time Nemo leaves late Saturday: 18" to 24" minimum, with huge drifts and hurricane-force winds. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.....
--I've just shoveled off the sidewalk and steps leading up to the front door, and the back door landing and steps to let the dog out--and I almost need to do it again already. That's not good.
--You remember the first Die Hard movie? Remember when Alan Rickman is approached by Bonnie Bedelia, John McClane's (Bruce Willis's) wife, as he's sitting in her office, when she asks for the couch for the pregnant woman, and she suggests they bring them in groups to the bathroom? You ever notice that he's leaning over her desk, writing something with a heavy pen, that makes an obvious sound on paper when he releases it to sit down and talk with her? Well, I have to ask: What the hell could he have been writing? They memorably don't make any ransom demands. They don't communicate in writing to anybody. And he looks like a professional businessman in his suit, anyway, but he never does any other professional businessman thing. I can see the director, John McTiernan (who's in jail for lying to the FBI about illegal wire-tapping he had done to some producers and stars), saying, "All right, he's got to be doing something when she walks in, so he can stop doing whatever that is when he asks, 'And what idiot put you in charge?' and she says, 'You did, when you killed my boss...' I know--let's have him writing something..." Check it out if you don't remember it. Weird.
--Wind's picking up, as is the rate the snow is falling, and it's still two hours from when the weather folks said it would really come down over here.
--The backup generator is in the garage, as it wouldn't have done me any good in the shed, if I can't get at it with two to three feet of snow on the ground. I went to the gas station, which was surprisingly not busy, and got three gallons of gas to run it. I got new bulbs for the bathroom, and I got enough cereal and salad to last a few days. I've even picked out which marathons I'll watch: The American Horror Story for this year. I have seven episodes backed up on my DVR. If I need more, The Lord of the Rings movies, back to back to back.
--But what simple thing didn't I do? Forgot to check if my batteries all worked. Since my entire upstairs is downstairs in the kitchen, in the two rooms downstairs, and in the basement, I'll be lucky to find them and get to them anyway.
--Speaking of that, one of the handymen is staining my upstairs floors as I type this, having already sanded all of the upstairs yesterday, and moved all of the upstairs downstairs the day before that. Yup, he's working his butt off as I sit here and type this and sip my coffee. I respect myself for that.
--The plow just went by, pushing a few inches of snow aside. And it hasn't really even started falling yet. Yeeeeeeeeeeeesh.....
--I should check the mail now, or I won't again until Monday. Be right back...
--Just the mortgage. You pay it early, they bill ya early for next time. Thanks.
--Just opened the windows in the living room and kitchen, as the stain smell is getting to me. I put the sawdust-covered dustpan out in the snow to let Mother Nature wash it off. The brush, too. Why clog up my sink with that stuff?
--I fully expect my pool to collapse with over two feet of snow and ice on it, especially after it starts to melt, as water is much heavier. The lining has a leak in it, so most of the water drained out of it awhile ago, and the cover almost touches the bottom of the pool as it is, so I expect the snow, ice or water, or any combination, to break through the cover. Then the ice will expand and collapse the siding, and then down she goes.
--The wind and snow have picked up even more.
--One of the houses across the street is in really bad shape, and it's been empty for a long time now. And it's got a flat roof. I wonder if the roof can take a few feet of snow. (Mine had better.)
--I've seen a lot of oil trucks delivering around here. Not a bad idea, before those folks run out of oil as they're snowbound, and now without heat, for a couple of days.
--There's one spot on my street, where a pine or spruce tree hangs over the street a bit, that's completely free of snow. I've decided that that's where I'll stand if I want to watch the blizzard, when the wind and snow really pick up. Of course, that's when the branches will drop all their snow on me, and I'll freeze to death, a la "To Build A Fire."
--Yeah, I do that. I go outside and watch storms. Hurricanes, gales, windy thunder- and lightning-storms, and blizzards. I have a favorite spot out on my shed porch in the backyard for doing such things, but right now that space is filled up with piles of wood, because I'm a wood hoarder. Lots of fires in firepits and fireplaces, though that's not wise during the actual storms. Just later, when you've lost power and you don't have your heat working.
--The three wires connecting my house to the telephone pole across the street look like they want to snap right now, and the real storm and winds haven't even started yet. I'd better finish this up before they do snap and I lose all my
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