I. Hate. Snow.
It snowed here all yesterday and all last night, on top of a huge dump from the day before. By this morning, we had to break down and dig ourselves out, or we’d’ve been stuck until the Spring thaw. Left to my own devices, I’d just hibernate, but for some reason GoddessJ likes to eat every once in a while, and the pickin’s in our pantry were getting mighty slim.
For some reason, our Internet connection started slowing down last night too, and by this morning it was so slow that it was all but unusable. I timed it… on one of the rare occasions that it deigned to allow a request through at all, it took six and a half minutes to load the Google homepage this morning. Google — the site with the super-minimalist homepage and data centers less than five miles from everywhere! I have no idea what’s wrong with it (it looks like it’s something between our house and our ISP, and the earliest a technician could be scheduled was tomorrow morning), but I’m blaming the snow for that too.
(After we dug ourselves out and got groceries, we went to GoddessJ’s parents’ place. Fortunately, their Internet connection is having no problems, or I wouldn’t be able to post at all today.)
And before anyone comments that I should expect it, living so far north, I have an answer for that too: I live here so that I will remember how much I hate snow. If I moved down to Florida or Nevada, I might forget.
Happy freakin’ New Year.
(Okay, it really isn’t as bad as I make it out to be. Everything that I say above is true, but we’ve got a snowblower; once we get it working each year, digging out is merely an unpleasant chore, rather than the back-breaking manual labor that shoveling everything would be. But this was the first big snow of the season, so I had to manually dig a path from the shed to the house and drag the snowblower up along it, so I could get to a power outlet and use the electric starter — after it sits unused for a few months, it won’t start easily anymore. And to think that I thought the electric starter was a frippery that I’d never use! From here on out, it should be easier. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.)
Hm… how inefficient would it be to use a flamethrower to clear the snow away, I wonder…?
One possible solution: You could install heating coils under your driveway. Flick on the swtich at 30 mins later the snow is gone!
Plus if you moved to Florida we’d have to listen to you bitch about how hot it is. 😉
Why are you complaining? Igloos offer nature’s best insulation!
c-square: Don’t think I haven’t considered it. 😉
GeneW: I’ve lived in Florida too. It is hot there. But on the other hand, once you kill off your lawn and pave the yard so that it can’t grow again, you generally don’t have any outside maintenance problems. 😉 I saw it snow once in the four years I lived there, and it had the decency to melt as soon as it hit the ground, unlike up here where it sticks around long after it’s worn out its welcome.
Ploni: Yeah, it’s excellent insulation — keeps the cold out like nobody’s business. It also keeps the cold in like nobody’s business, but we won’t mention that. 😉