The skies dropped ice pellets across Oklahoma for a day or so and the roads froze. Look at how the lawn has changed.
(The van is at slightly a different angle than Monday’s photo. We’ve been out on the ice a few times. When I park in the lawn I just have to floor it and stomp on the parking brake. Where it stops is where it stops.)
The kids have a good time playing in the “snow,” even though it wasn’t really snow (just ice). That didn’t stop Mason from trying to make snowballs and Morgan from trying to make snow angels in the yard. Morgan says she doesn’t remember it ever snowing before, which might be true.
Both the Yukon Public Schools and the FAA were closed yesterday due to the ice storm. Quick quiz for those of you who know me: bad weather is a good time to:
(A) Cozy up next to the fireplace with a good book.
(B) Turn off the computers in case of a power outage.
(C) Go run errands and eat at restaurants since nobody else will be on the roads.
If you answered “C”, you are correct. I hate sitting too close to the fireplace, and the computers (at least all the important ones) are hooked up to either surge protectors or UPS units. They don’t get powered down for wimpy ice storms.
So while the rest of the world hid in their caves, cowering in fear from impending icy doom, we went out, ate at Panera Bread for lunch, did some shopping ran some errands, had dinner with from friends at Emerson Bigguns … good times.
The scary ice crisis over over and we’re back at work today. Public schools are still closed; Mason’s at daycare with Morgan today.
Tee hee hee. I’ve done that too. I remember going into the busy commercial district in the snow to run an errand a few years ago, and being able to make a left turn directly out of the parking lot without stopping.
Unfortunately yesterday, all of the crazies were out in the snow with me. I drove to the Walgreen Drug to buy some Pedialyte for my son, and the snow was so bad my car started sliding around if I tried to go any faster than 25 MPH. Some idiot who doesn’t know how to drive in snow (St. Louis only gets 1-2 winter storms a year so lots of people forget quickly) started riding my butt. Finally I put my hazard lights on and he backed off. When your car tells you what the maximum safe speed is, you have to listen.