You may have heard that there’s a little bit of snow falling in this area. I know everyone is posting about it, but I have to throw my 2 cents in as well.
I took some pictures on Saturday of what we got then. It ended up at officially 25″ here in Bowie. Kris managed to get the Jeep out, and we made it up to Laurel to kidnap our friends Erica and Michael for an evening of hot tubbing, Venture Brothers (a new one for us. Weird but funny) and just hanging out with awesome people). I have a flickr set here of the pictures I took that day.
I haven’t been at work since we left on Friday, because my poor boss is entirely snowed in. The plows didn’t even hit her street until yesterday, and then only once. And of course that was shortly before round two hit us starting late yesterday afternoon.
We’d noticed that the sliding glass door to the porch was sticking a bit, but at first we thought it was just the cold. This morning, though, a terrifying thought struck. There were two and a half feet of snow on the roof. Could the weight of it be messing with the wall?
Just in case, Kris decided that the roof needed to be cleared. He climbed out the window with the shovel, and spent four straight hours getting the snow off the roof. By our calculations, that was 2400 cubic feet of snow, which would weigh somewhere around 48,000 pounds. And he moved ALL of it. Alone. He’s insane. And I love him so much.
This is what it looks like piled up around the sides of the addition and the porch.
And this is what he looked like when he came in. My snowy Browncoat.
There’s a few more pictures here. And if you are wondering, the door stopped sticking entirely once the snow was off the roof. Thank goodness he cleared it. If that wall had collapsed, we’d probably have been killed – it’s right behind where we sit.
So, anyway, if you need me, I’ll be on my couch, knitting and watching “Glee”. And praying that this crap STOPS before my parents are set to arrive on Thursday.
ETA – Sorry. That was unclear. NEXT Thursday, not tomorrow.