As a testament to the dire predictions from the weather people, Nich's work called a delay yesterday morning ... and then closed altogether. This is a big deal. They haven't done this in over thirteen years, from what we've heard. Even when the NJ and LI branches closed, the one here hasn't.
It was so nice to have Nich home unexpectedly, to cuddle, have breakfast together, drink hot chocolate, watch the snow plows go by from our bedroom windows like little kids, and read in bed together all morning.
In the afternoon, I got a craving for glazed donuts, so we ventured outside, and while I brushed the mounds of snow off our car, Nich shoveled
the
entire
driveway
by
himself.
No neighbors came to the rescue with their snowblower this time, unfortunately. The lady who lives next door actually needed rescuing herself. She tried to back out of her driveway without clearing it at all and got stuck at the end if it, halfway into the street. Her son was trying to dig her out, so Nich went over to help. I suggested putting down towels behind the wheels for traction. After a lot of pushing and rocking the car, they finally got her out.
And of course, the older couple across the street has their daughter come by to clear their driveway, so we can't exactly expect them to help.
But then there's Mr. Hoity Toity on the other side who thinks it's okay to snow blow at 11 at night when everyone else on the street is sleeping. And the couple with the little kids who we took fudge to last year when we moved in who never reciprocate. And the guy on the other side of the old couple who piddled around with his snow blower until Nich and our neighbor's son got the car un-stuck, and THEN came over, pretending like he wanted to help.
It's a weird neighborhood.
Anyway, Nich got our driveway cleared, we went and got a couple donuts from DD, then headed to SB for an afternoon of coffee (I had a smoothie instead, since I obviously am not consuming caffeine) and reading on one of their comfy couches. This SB is great, because they have a bookshelf of "exchange" books, where you can take a book as long as you either bring it back or bring one to replace it. They let you sit there as long as you want and they don't bother you at all.
It was a great day overall, but I do have one complaint. I feel a tad gypped after all the talk about storms bringing babies because of the drop in barometric pressure. I'm starting to feel like all these so-called "bring the baby" ideas are just a bunch of absolute ... hogwash.
Anyway, happy new year, everyone! Baby G will share being born in the year of the rabbit with my father, sixty years apart. :~)
It was so nice to have Nich home unexpectedly, to cuddle, have breakfast together, drink hot chocolate, watch the snow plows go by from our bedroom windows like little kids, and read in bed together all morning.
In the afternoon, I got a craving for glazed donuts, so we ventured outside, and while I brushed the mounds of snow off our car, Nich shoveled
the
entire
driveway
by
himself.
No neighbors came to the rescue with their snowblower this time, unfortunately. The lady who lives next door actually needed rescuing herself. She tried to back out of her driveway without clearing it at all and got stuck at the end if it, halfway into the street. Her son was trying to dig her out, so Nich went over to help. I suggested putting down towels behind the wheels for traction. After a lot of pushing and rocking the car, they finally got her out.
And of course, the older couple across the street has their daughter come by to clear their driveway, so we can't exactly expect them to help.
But then there's Mr. Hoity Toity on the other side who thinks it's okay to snow blow at 11 at night when everyone else on the street is sleeping. And the couple with the little kids who we took fudge to last year when we moved in who never reciprocate. And the guy on the other side of the old couple who piddled around with his snow blower until Nich and our neighbor's son got the car un-stuck, and THEN came over, pretending like he wanted to help.
It's a weird neighborhood.
Anyway, Nich got our driveway cleared, we went and got a couple donuts from DD, then headed to SB for an afternoon of coffee (I had a smoothie instead, since I obviously am not consuming caffeine) and reading on one of their comfy couches. This SB is great, because they have a bookshelf of "exchange" books, where you can take a book as long as you either bring it back or bring one to replace it. They let you sit there as long as you want and they don't bother you at all.
It was a great day overall, but I do have one complaint. I feel a tad gypped after all the talk about storms bringing babies because of the drop in barometric pressure. I'm starting to feel like all these so-called "bring the baby" ideas are just a bunch of absolute ... hogwash.
Anyway, happy new year, everyone! Baby G will share being born in the year of the rabbit with my father, sixty years apart. :~)
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