Well, the hype has turned out to be true this time. For days now, we've been inundated with promises of a "deathstorm," "snoverload," "snowmageddon," "snowpacalypse," and good old-fashioned "blizzard." There was to be wind! and snow! (lots!) and drifting! and white-out conditions! I think the majority of us rolled our eyes at what we thought was typical hyperbole, yet another example of media sensationalizing weather. I mean, it's Chicago. During winter. These two facts do not add up to much good.
Ah, but this time our collective jaded senses came back to bite us, and right on time---3pm almost to the minute---the blizzard of 2011 arrived in the Windy City. My walk to and from the train and home was an exercise in mind over matter---head down, arm outward to warn of incoming obstacles---eyes closed, music blaring in my ear buds, heart thudding with exertion, face stinging at the lash of wind-whipped snowflakes. I can say with certainty that I don't recall the last time I was so excited to see my front door.
And now, several hours later, I'm snuggled on the couch with warm tea, surrounded by the familiar glow of both the television and laptop. And, after several attempts, two fur-babes who conquered potty business despite snow half up their legs and wind that could easily lift them airborne.
It's safe to say that we're going to be home-bound for the immediate future, and I'm happy to report that this isn't necessarily a bad thing. Not at all.
Photos forthcoming tomorrow if we indeed wake up to more than two feet of white stuff.
That was a SNOprah of the decade! I was snowed in for two days. BUT, I had plenty of stormmeat.
Posted by: TheNextMartha | February 15, 2011 at 07:55 PM