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LARGEST BLIZZARD IN 30 YEARS HITS BOSTON
Quincy got 30" of snow overnight. It started at about 10:30am on Friday morning. I took Conor with me to work and after two hours of playing with him and a couple other kids who came with their parents, we all decided to get out the office and go home before the worst of the storm hit. Conor and I picked up his mom and before going home, decided to go to Bye Bye Baby for a snow suit. As all the stores in town were closing down early, we called ahead and they were closing in 15 minutes. We were about 17 minutes away. We picked up the pace and arrived with one minute to spare. It was easy finding him a suit and I picked up this little red sled while I was at it. All the winter stuff was 50% off. The store was making room for swim suits and flip flops. Go figure.
By 6pm the snow was really starting to accumulate. It was fun looking out the window and seeing the landscape change as the flakes fell. At 9:30pm, the electricity went out. And that was a turning point for us. The temperature was at 71 degrees but with a house full of wall-to-wall windows, the temperature started to drop immediately. By midnight, the temp had dropped to 59 degrees. Worse, the news said that those living on the coast should consider evacuation. Tidal waves as high as 28 feet had been sighted. What? 28 feet? Are you serious? So, as the tide rose, I looked vigilantly out the window to give the family enough notice to get ready to evacuate on foot it necessary. We begin to collect family treasures that we would want to save
if the worst came to pass. And we gathered warm clothes for all of us and put them in a central location so we could quickly put them on if necessary. Lastly, because the winds were as strong as 65 miles an hour and the whole house was shaking, we all slept together in the downstairs guest bedroom. And nervously but excitedly, we all settled in.
By 8am, the temp in the house was 51 degrees. Val and Conor stayed in the warm bed while I went outside with a shovel. Shockingly, the snow was up past my knees. I started digging my SUV out. I kept seeing the city snow removal truck two roads away from mine. But it did me no good. We live on a private road and the city's snow trucks look at us and flip us off. At least metaphorically, speaking. For four hours I dug a section of the road of 30" of snow.
By noon I had dug the car out and at the same time, the electricity came back on. Things were looking up. After a big breakfast of french toast, bacon and orange juice, we all dressed for fun and headed out with Conor and his new sled. He was bundled up great but his boots are made for rain and not snow and after a short time out, we returned with a crying baby. Upon pulling off his boots, we realized his feet were cold. Tomorrow I'll see if I can find him some warmer shoes. And then it's out to enjoy a big snowy adventure land that I foolishly moved to 5 years ago from the warm and kind temperate climate of Atlanta.
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LARGEST BLIZZARD IN 30 YEARS HITS NEW ENGLAND
Quincy got 30" of snow overnight. It started at about 10:30am on Friday morning. I took Conor with me to work and after two hours of playing with him and a couple other kids who came with their parents, we all decided to get out the office and go home before the worst of the storm hit. Conor and I picked up his mom and before going home, decided to go to Bye Bye Baby for a snow suit. As all the stores in town were closing down early, we called ahead and they were closing in 15 minutes. We were about 17 minutes away. We picked up the pace and arrived with one minute to spare. It was easy finding him a suit and I picked up this little red sled while I was at it. All the winter stuff was 50% off. The store was making room for swim suits and flip flops. Go figure.
By 6pm the snow was really starting to accumulate. It was fun looking out the window and seeing the landscape change as the flakes fell. At 9:30pm, the electricity went out. And that was a turning point for us. The temperature was at 71 degrees but with a house full of wall-to-wall windows, the temperature started to drop immediately. By midnight, the temp had dropped to 59 degrees. Worse, the news said that those living on the coast should consider evacuation. Tidal waves as high as 28 feet had been sighted. What? 28 feet? Are you serious? So, as the tide rose, I looked vigilantly out the window to give the family enough notice to get ready to evacuate on foot it necessary. We begin to collect family treasures that we would want to save
if the worst came to pass. And we gathered warm clothes for all of us and put them in a central location so we could quickly put them on if necessary. Lastly, because the winds were as strong as 65 miles an hour and the whole house was shaking, we all slept together in the downstairs guest bedroom. And nervously but excitedly, we all settled in.
By 8am, the temp in the house was 51 degrees. Val and Conor stayed in the warm bed while I went outside with a shovel. Shockingly, the snow was up past my knees. I started digging my SUV out. I kept seeing the city snow removal truck two roads away from mine. But it did me no good. We live on a private road and the city's snow trucks look at us and flip us off. At least metaphorically, speaking. For four hours I dug a section of the road of 30" of snow.
By noon I had dug the car out and at the same time, the electricity came back on. Things were looking up. After a big breakfast of french toast, bacon and orange juice, we all dressed for fun and headed out with Conor and his new sled. He was bundled up great but his boots are made for rain and not snow and after a short time out, we returned with a crying baby. Upon pulling off his boots, we realized his feet were cold. Tomorrow I'll see if I can find him some warmer shoes. And then it's out to enjoy a big snowy adventure land that I foolishly moved to 5 years ago from the warm and kind temperate climate of Atlanta.