Set blizzard warning to two feet plus.
So, it looks like snomageddon is coming to Boston. Looking at the forecast maps of snow accumulation for my area, I'm in the 2+ feet zone. The governor has announced that he wants everyone off the highways by noon tomorrow. So I stocked up on the way home from work. Filled the car up with gas. Stopped at the orange place to buy some ice melting chemicals and wax firelogs to burn in case the power goes out. Got a full tank of gas in the generator from the last storm that wasn't. That just leaves one last vital stock. Food. One MUST have the means to make french toast in case of emergency. I have plenty of powdered milk, as I don't normally drink milk, just use it for cooking. One down. Stopped at the store. Bread. Hmmm... empty shelves.. Nope, there is a loaf of oatmeal bread. that will work. Eggs. I think 75 dozen eggs should be enough.
Okay, I'm ready now. Just hoping the boss will call in the morning to cancel work.
Actually, I don't really like french toast. Oh well... reflexes.
Addendum:
Ran the snow thrower and shoveled snow from right after lunch until sun was setting. I did take a break after the first tank of gas in the snowthrower. Went inside and changed into some drier clothing and to drink a couple glasses of seltzer and juice. the lowest snow I moved was about 18 inches out in the middle of the driveway. The highest snow drift I moved was a couple feet over my head, but there was a car underneath that one. Highest pure snow drift was about five feet high, drifted up against the front door. Also, the front door had enough heat leaking out from the house that the bottom had started to melt, so there was about an inch of almost but not quite frozen slush on the front porch. It did, of course, freeze to my metal bladed snow shovel between the time I scooped it up and tried to throw it. Cue Yakkity Sax music as I nearly did a faceplant into the snowdrift when the heavy lump hauled me off balance. Finshed it up with the plastic bladed snow shovel.
Tired now, had a nice hot shower. Lazing here in front of the comp trying to decide between nap or food.
Okay, I'm ready now. Just hoping the boss will call in the morning to cancel work.
Actually, I don't really like french toast. Oh well... reflexes.
Addendum:
Ran the snow thrower and shoveled snow from right after lunch until sun was setting. I did take a break after the first tank of gas in the snowthrower. Went inside and changed into some drier clothing and to drink a couple glasses of seltzer and juice. the lowest snow I moved was about 18 inches out in the middle of the driveway. The highest snow drift I moved was a couple feet over my head, but there was a car underneath that one. Highest pure snow drift was about five feet high, drifted up against the front door. Also, the front door had enough heat leaking out from the house that the bottom had started to melt, so there was about an inch of almost but not quite frozen slush on the front porch. It did, of course, freeze to my metal bladed snow shovel between the time I scooped it up and tried to throw it. Cue Yakkity Sax music as I nearly did a faceplant into the snowdrift when the heavy lump hauled me off balance. Finshed it up with the plastic bladed snow shovel.
Tired now, had a nice hot shower. Lazing here in front of the comp trying to decide between nap or food.