The Blizzard.

Saturday morning I woke up to the sound of TC outside screaming at Maple to come back. Mother Nature was unleashing her fury in the form of a blizzard and the black dog decided this was an opportune time to take off down the street and dig in the neighbor's garbage. 

Twenty minutes later, at the miserably early hour of eight o'clock, a third beast came running into the house. It was Thor. Serge was dropping him off to hang out with me for the day so he and TC could take off to the ski slopes. 

Playing outside in a blizzard is not my idea of a good time so I volunteered to make myself pancakes, sit on the couch all day and hang out with the dogs. 

By the way, thank you Jodi Picoult for writing totally engrossing novels that I can't put down no matter how hard I try. 

Within five minutes of coming in, Thor decided to mark his territory and pee on the dog bed. 

Once I made the pancakes and Thor felt it his duty to lick all the dirty dished clean while they were still in the sink. I didn't witness it myself, but when I left the kitchen the dishes were neatly piled. When I came back, they were a mess.

About a month ago Thor turned Serge's guest bedroom into a scene that you only see in the movies. He created his own blizzard of down feathers after eating the comforter as a snack. Two weeks ago he ate Serge's leather couch for breakfast. Yesterday he ate TC's favorite hat for lunch. 

The storm was the worst I've ever lived through. The only comparison I can think of would be the hurricane when I lived down in Florida. The winds were unbelievable and the snowflakes were flying in psychotic circles, never seeming to touch the ground. Huge drifts were piling around the yard, but oddly the driveway remained clear. 

To take the dogs outside I had to bundle up in full winter gear. Snow pants, boots, gloves and my parka completely zipped up to my nose with my furry hood pulled tight.

It was horrible outside. Snow was whipping me in the face and my boots were sliding through the snow.

For the second time, Maple decided to take a trip down the street. I ran down the driveway after her only to find a huge drift of snow at the end. I know it was waist deep because I couldn't walk through it. As I watched Maple dig into the trash, I tried to climb over the drift. The snow kept giving way and eventually I ended up sliding face first down the pile until my lower half was completely buried. 

If anyone wants a dog, she's free to a good home.

The blizzard raged on all day, never letting up. There were points in the day where my neighbor's houses seemed to vanish. 

The tree branches were scraping against the windows but still the snow piled up the panes.

I was beginning to worry about TC and Serge driving in this weather. As far as I could tell, not a single car had driven down our street all day, and yet the two ski bunnies were all the way in Nova Scotia getting their adrenaline fix. 

Then a text came that said they were on their way back home. Even better, Serge was going to bring his tractor over once they were back. 

Have you ever seen a snow blower on a big tractor? It's magical. It effortlessly sucks up snow that is three feet deep and shoots it way up into the air, far far away.

As helpful as the tractor was, TC still had a lot of work to do this morning. Somewhere, we knew, there were three cars buried in the driveway.





And while I thanked my lucky stars that they were safe on the slopes and road yesterday, I was even more thankful that he didn't ask me to help clear the snow this morning.