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February 21, 2008

Not much going on today; I’ve managed to survive my more-than-usually-disjointed schedule so far this week.  Nobody has any major illnesses, and even the weather has been low-key.

All of that stands to change tomorrow, though.

The experts are saying there’s a medium-sized snowstorm heading our way.  And that it should arrive just in time for tomorrow night’s commute, and continue until midafternoon on Saturday, dumping somewhere between 5-9 inches of snow in front of my house.

Big whoop, right?  Plenty of other parts of North America have gotten shellacked this winter.  Geez, we’ve gotten more than that a few different times already, ourselves.  What’s the big deal?

Weeeellll, here’s what is currently scheduled for my family for Friday-Sunday:

  1. Friday morning:  we all leave the house by 7:30.  I drop Larry off at work (his day begins at 8), and the Peep at my mother-in-law’s before proceeding to my office.
  2. Friday evening:  Larry and I meet at his mother’s.  We all have dinner there before heading home (usually around 7).
  3. Saturday mid-morning:  Grocery shopping.
  4. Saturday early to mid-afternoon:  The Peep naps (hopefully).  My mother-in-law comes over to babysit.  Larry and I get ready to go out.
  5. Saturday late afternoon to evening:  Larry and I attend a friend’s engagement party (thereby getting our one night out for the month).
  6. Sunday:  Rest, relaxation, and comfort food for dinner.

I wouldn’t go so far as to call it hectic, but it’s definitely a fairly busy weekend.  So now, depending on just when the storm peaks, everything after Item 1 is in jeopardy.  The list could look something like this:

  1. Friday morning:  same as above.
  2. Friday evening:  Larry walks approximately 200 yards to his mother’s, while I brave the elements, Boston-storm-traffic and poor road conditions to get there as well.  We load the Peep into the car, and drive home (again braving the elements, Boston-storm-traffic and poor road conditions).
  3. Saturday mid-morning:  Larry is on snow removal duty, while I am on Peepwatch.  (We can easily squeak a day or two out of the food we have in the house, so grocery shopping isn’t the world’s highest priority).
  4.  Saturday early to mid-afternoon:  The Peep naps (hopefully).  Larry continues snow removal.  Conversations, discussion, and debate transpire related to the party; at some point, we will decide whether to attend.  Taken into consideration are a number of factors, including but not limited to:
    1. What the weather, driving, and road conditions are
    2. Whether we are under a snow emergency, because if we are, there will be no on-street parking allowed (either at our house or at the party)
      1. No on-street parking at our house means that my mother-in-law will have nowhere to park, which means we’ll have to bring the Peep to her house while we go out.
    3. Do we really truly like these people enough to make this worthwhile?
  5. Saturday late afternoon to evening:  Should we decide to attend, we drop the Peep at my mother-in-law’s, and proceed to the party.  Figuring out where to park once we get there, I guess; I’m not familiar with the neighborhood.
  6. Saturday evening:  Go back to my mother-in-law’s, pick up a (sleeping or at least, should-be-sleeping) Peep, load him into the car and head home.
  7. Sunday:  Ongoing snow removal.  Grocery shopping.  Any rest or relaxation we can squeeze in.  Comfort food for dinner (or maybe takeout).

I’m exhausted just writing that out!

Here’s hoping that the meteorologists are wrong as usual, and we only get a dusting…

One Comment leave one →
  1. February 21, 2008 9:00 pm

    We’ve been having bi-weekly storms our way this winter. Two days ago? Thirteen inches. Nine degrees. I’ve had enough.

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