I live in Michigan about 40 miles north of Detroit. We were hit with the winter storm that included 15 inches of snow, wind and a high of -15 degrees. The windchill was around -25 below.
During the pre-storm phase, mobs of people flooded the grocery stores on Saturday. I usually go grocery shopping on Sunday, but I changed it to Saturday because I didn’t want to push a cart in the slush. All I can say is….I’m glad I went early. Even then a lot of the meat was gone. And no pizza sauce! I wanted to make a pizza on Sunday and ended up buying a whole kit just to get the sauce. Later, I heard the police were called to some stores for crowd control.
My daughter had 3 snow days in a row, which greatly contributed to her delight, until she had to go back on Thursday, which was followed by a drastic mood swing in the wrong direction.
We have a long horseshoe driveway and the wind kept blowing the snow back onto it, even after plowing it twice. At 5:30 a.m. last Monday, it looked like we hadn’t plowed at all. I had turned my car facing the street on purpose. The first time I tried to go outside, the door barely budged because of the three-foot snow drift in front of it. I squeezed out and shoveled my way to the car. I don’t have a garage, so I had to clean my car off in two separate phases.
Hardly anyone was on the two lane street at the end of the long driveway. When I finally managed to get into the car, I put it in drive and kept going, not stopping at the end of the driveway because that would be risky as far as getting stuck.
The streets were worse Tuesday. All the cars had turned the snow into a thick layer of hard packed ice. Five to ten miles an hour was the average speed. Salt wasn’t working since we still had the sub-zero temperatures until mid Wednesday.
It was a lot of work just getting to work! However, at one point I paused to look at one of the snow drifts. It’d been a long time since I saw a decent sized snow drift. It brought back memories from my childhood of jumping into it and enjoying the snow. Hot chocolate on snow days, sledding, ice skating and snowmobiles. That kid part of me hates to see it melt. But no, I don’t want another polar vortex. I’m not mentally ready for that again so soon.