When I moved to Dallas I knew a couple of things: it gets stinkin’ hot in the summer, North Park is the mall of choice, and the freeway entrances are weird different.
I did not know that it could snow. Last year, we experienced a record-breaking amount of snow.
Well for the last two days I’ve been not snowed-in, but iced in.
Monday night, the wind howled and the rain fell, and then I suppose it was the sleet that was hitting the windows. When I woke up there was snow on the ground. The winds were still strong during the day, and I updated my Facebook with, “Is this what a blizzard sounds like? I wouldn’t know, I’m only familiar with the kind from Dairy Queen.” Because seriously, that’s the only kind I’ve experienced.
Yesterday, I learned the hard way, that ice is quite dangerous. And hard. And very, very slippery.
I ventured out to get the mail, which is a mere thirty paces or so from our front door, and as I was being very careful, I stepped on an ice patch…and…
I found myself on my backside. I was SO lucky I didn’t hit my head, or I would have been in a load of trouble. Cent would have come home to me lying in the driveway, frozen, fingers like ice cubes…glad that didn’t happen! It’s probably the one time I’m waaaay thankful for my padded derriere.
I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that when it comes to cold weather hazards, I don’t know what to do. Thankfully, my husband who spent about seven years in Alaska, does.
Last night it was 15 degrees, with a windchill of -5°! Um, yeah, that’s way beyond my comprehension of temperature. Where I grew up in California, the coldest it ever got was into the twenties, and that was at night when I was tucked into bed!
And today, because it’s so stinkin’ cold, (record single-digit cold!) there were rolling blackouts this morning. Not exactly a great thing when our only source of heat is electricity based! It went out three times…
Can’t wait for Spring. Seriously.
Stay Warm. And now I know that I’d totally take snow over ice. FOR REALS.
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