Remember when I told you about the direct correlation between my appointment schedule and the crap-ton of bad weather we’ve been having?
Well. Apparently I was correct.
Because I had two very important doctor’s appointments yesterday, one for me and one for Sophie (what is it with our school district wanting yearly physicals done on the DOT? GEEZ!), so of course, sheets and sheets and sheets of ice began raining down from the heavens in the early morning.
School was cancelled, my appointments were cancelled, lots of businesses closed, and the ice kept a-comin’.
In the evening, a power transformer blew up in the suburb where Cortney lives. Sorry, Kettering. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to go to the doctor! For my 6-week check-up! (Because I may or may not need a little repair work on my incision, but that’s a whole other post [that you probably don’t want to read]).
This morning our local newspaper says 55,000 of our local power company’s customers are without power. Our lights flickered last night about 9 pm and I freaked. I ran for the matches and the candles and fretted that Sophie was really not wearing very warm PJs. I could not fall asleep because I was so worried about the power. My friend Shannon was texting me about trees falling down at her neighbor’s, perilously close to her own house. My mom called to say that BOTH my elderly grandmother’s homes were without power.
Now we are on day 2 of no school (and we were pretty stir crazy by noon yesterday so I’m really looking forward to this!) and my yard looks like a skating rink (I should put my iPod on the front porch and charge $2 for admission) so I guess we’re in for the duration.
I’m hoping to get out tomorrow, because I’ve rescheduled my doctor appointment for then. And Sophie’s for Friday. Which probably means we’ll have 10 inches of snow by noon tomorrow. But you know, I had to try.
I’m SORRY, Miami Valley! In advance.