Well I must say I am very lucky to be alive.
I survived the Great Blizzard of 2017! What a story to tell the Great Grandkids.
The first sign of the impending disaster happened just over a week ago when the weather forecasters put on very serious faces and warned us that blizzards would sweep the country on Thursday. Warnings went out that schools would probably have to close, and we were reassured that snowploughs were on standby and that gigantic stocks of sand and salt were ready to spread on the mayhem that our road system was to become. The gubmint’s National Disaster Committee were manning the phones and we were reassured that there was a good chance we would survive.
As the days passed the warnings got even more dire. The wind was going to switch to the North and they produced all sorts of fancy maps showing the Snow Line and how it was to cross the country on Thursday afternoon. Snow was going to be heavy and was to fall on lowlands as well as on those of us at altitude.
People made preparations. Food was stocked up. Meetings were cancelled. The country was already at a virtual standstill despite the mild weather – the forecasters had predicted Armageddon and we knew they had to be right because of the alerts and warnings that were by than a constant stream. Thursday was definitely D-Day. Or maybe S-Day.
The entire country held its breath.
Well, the forecasters were right! Thursday evening, well after dark I put the dog out for her piss. She came back in, and I swear that was a snowflake or two on her back. Things weren’t looking good.
Friday morning I woke up and opened the blinds.
My God but the snow had fallen all right! It was an impressive sight. There must have been at the very least half a millimetre of the stuff at the northern corner of the lawn. Just to be sure, I put on my clothes and boots and for safety;’s sake clipped a pair of those springy non-slip things on my boots. I strode across the green lawn to the patch of white in the corner. Yes – sure enough, it was snow.
On Thursday evening I checked the patch of snow on the grass and it had frozen. I thanked my lucky stars that I didn’t have to drive on that patch as it would have been treacherous.
By Friday afternoon it had all gone. I had made it through!
In years to come they will talk about the Great Snow of 2017. I can hold my head up with pride and say I was there.
And I survived.