Okay, now that the first winter storm of the season is over, I can tell you the whole story. Fortunately we had plenty of warning. Also, we didn’t have tree limbs coming down or thousands of people losing power, the way we did with last October’s storm.
The snow started falling late Friday night. By the time it stopped, on Saturday afternoon, we had six or seven inches of the stuff, a heavy snowfall by Kentucky standards. For a while I wondered if I was going to be able to go out that weekend, because the driveway was full of snow and my landlady was in the hospital with a broken ankle. Luckily, her son called a snowplow service, and they cleared out the driveway at 2 PM.
The snowfall hadn’t completely stopped by then, but now I was motivated to go out and shovel the sidewalks around the house and my apartment. A month ago I made a deal with the landlady: if I could put my car in her garage when the weather was bad, and when I was out of town for Christmas, I would shovel the sidewalks for the winter. Because this winter has been so mild, I definitely got the better part of the deal until Saturday. Well, when I went to fulfill my part of the bargain, I got some help from the tenant in the other apartment, so it wasn’t as bad as I expected; he shoveled the sidewalks in front while I did the ones in back.
At 5 PM I went out to pick up my prescriptions from Wal-Mart, and do a week’s worth of laundry. The laundromat is in the same shopping center where I mailed that letter on Friday, and what a difference a day made! Instead of the bumper-to-bumper traffic I faced on Friday, there was hardly any traffic at all, because nobody wanted to be on the roads, even if they were treated for ice and snow. I was alone for much of the time I was in the laundromat; on the weekend that’s unheard of.
On Sunday I went out again to attend church, but otherwise it was a quiet day. On Monday morning we got a form of precipitation the weatherman called “ice pellets.” To me it looked the same as sleet back in Kentucky, so I don’t know why they give it a different name in Connecticut. That was followed by rain for the rest of the day. In addition, the temperature stayed in the 40s all day and night, so most of the snow was gone by this morning.
On the other side of the parking lot from where I work, there is a small swamp. A sign gives it the politically correct name of “wetland,” but it’s the same thing, a place full of trees and standing water where rain and melted snow go after they fall on us. In the summer I heard frogs croaking from there, but otherwise didn’t think about it until today, when I saw three deer walk out of there at the end of my workday. I thought deer didn’t like coming this far into town. Let the record show that Connecticut has wildlife after all.