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Okay, so, let me give you a timeline.
Saturday about 1pm: it starts raining
Saturday about 2pm: it is snowing, hard, flakes as big as my hand (and WET) no exaggeration
Saturday 3pm: things start closing, lights flicker a bit, roads are full of slush, sky darkens
Saturday 3:30pm: Sister calls from West Hartford, where her asshole friend stranded her
Saturday 4:30pm: We close at work and I go to pick her up. I shall copy-paste from the IRC
So I drove, terrified, all the way out to get her, around innumerable fallen trees, branches (seriously, there were entire trees down, also big huge branches), and entire lines draped across the road.
Then I picked her up and drove to a restaurant nearby.
(I know the owner fair well, she's awesome.)
And I did /not/ want to drive back on an empty stomach.
My car skidded two or three times when I tried to come to a stop. It was terrifying. Three times branches narrowly missed falling on our car, branches that would've stopped us in our tracks. One we saw fall on the line and throw up a flash and subsequent shower of sparks.
We got stopped by cops who'd blocked off a road twice and had to change routes. Finally we got to the restaurant, ate, dallied for three hours because I was hoping things would slow down (they didn't), and eventually headed out.
The ride home was EVEN MORE TERRIFYING.
The roads were damn near impossible to navigate, all the lights were out, there were lines across the road every block or so. But we finally made it home, and have been cursing the dark and lack of power since.
We got like, six inches of snow.
And I had to shovel it off my driveway.
And I've been carrying an obscenely heavy generator in and out of the shed and house to keep the basement from flooding for three days now.
I will be okay.
It's stressful, but that is life in New England. I'll be glad when power comes back.
This is seriously weird and unsettling.
There are autumn leaves scattered over deep snow and puddles of ice.
That is so weird.
So... no idea when power will come back on. I'm typing from a coffeeshop in Manchester, where they picked up fairly quickly. In another half hour or so, though, I'll pack up and head back home. Tomorrow I'll see if the campus is open and charge more stuff there.
Miss you all. Peace.
Saturday about 1pm: it starts raining
Saturday about 2pm: it is snowing, hard, flakes as big as my hand (and WET) no exaggeration
Saturday 3pm: things start closing, lights flicker a bit, roads are full of slush, sky darkens
Saturday 3:30pm: Sister calls from West Hartford, where her asshole friend stranded her
Saturday 4:30pm: We close at work and I go to pick her up. I shall copy-paste from the IRC
So I drove, terrified, all the way out to get her, around innumerable fallen trees, branches (seriously, there were entire trees down, also big huge branches), and entire lines draped across the road.
Then I picked her up and drove to a restaurant nearby.
(I know the owner fair well, she's awesome.)
And I did /not/ want to drive back on an empty stomach.
My car skidded two or three times when I tried to come to a stop. It was terrifying. Three times branches narrowly missed falling on our car, branches that would've stopped us in our tracks. One we saw fall on the line and throw up a flash and subsequent shower of sparks.
We got stopped by cops who'd blocked off a road twice and had to change routes. Finally we got to the restaurant, ate, dallied for three hours because I was hoping things would slow down (they didn't), and eventually headed out.
The ride home was EVEN MORE TERRIFYING.
The roads were damn near impossible to navigate, all the lights were out, there were lines across the road every block or so. But we finally made it home, and have been cursing the dark and lack of power since.
We got like, six inches of snow.
And I had to shovel it off my driveway.
And I've been carrying an obscenely heavy generator in and out of the shed and house to keep the basement from flooding for three days now.
I will be okay.
It's stressful, but that is life in New England. I'll be glad when power comes back.
This is seriously weird and unsettling.
There are autumn leaves scattered over deep snow and puddles of ice.
That is so weird.
So... no idea when power will come back on. I'm typing from a coffeeshop in Manchester, where they picked up fairly quickly. In another half hour or so, though, I'll pack up and head back home. Tomorrow I'll see if the campus is open and charge more stuff there.
Miss you all. Peace.
