We ended up with about 9 inches of snow. Here's a view from my kitchen table, of the back porch through the window. No way am I opening the door to single-digit temps for a picture!
This was Monday. Nice and sunny.
Hick took a picture on Sunday morning, before the accumulation was done. He DID open the door, and swept off some snow that blew right back later.
Relieved that The Pony was safe at home, with prescriptions filled and food in the fridge and the cabinets open to stave off freezing water lines... I didn't intrude on the weekend. Sunday evening, during a break watching football, I called to set up a workday with Hick at Bargain House. The Pony was planning on sweeping and Swiffering and cleaning the bathrooms. Hick was itching to get out in the 9 inches of snow and below-zero temps, and Old Buddy wasn't working.
"Dad says he can come pick you up tomorrow at 10:00, and you can work on cleaning Bargain House while he finishes some painting. Make sure to wear real shoes. And a coat. In case you get stranded in the snow. I know it's only a couple miles from your house, but this is deadly cold."
"Yeah. And how many cars did dad run off the road when he tried to pick you up from the hospital in that snowstorm?"
"At least two!"
"I was with him in the last one, waiting to get pulled out!"
"He's taking that same road again, if our blacktop road hasn't been plowed."
"Oh, great. Hey, wanna hear something you might find disturbing?"
"Well... I guess so."
"You know how I've been telling you I think squirrels are getting in my attic? From the corner of my house by the driveway? I wanted to see if they were leaving footprints out there where I suspect they're going in. So I went outside in the snow to look. I was running a hot bath. I went out to walk along the back of my house and look around the corner. Without shoes."
"NOOOO! You could lose your feet! What if you fell? You could have died in a few minutes! It's SO COLD!!!"
"I'm fine, Mom. Remember when our hot tub used to work? And Dad would take me and Genius out there in the winter?"
"Yes. You were probably 4 or 5."
"Sometimes there was snow that had blown in under the porch. Or just the concrete being so cold. But the first 30 seconds of putting my cold feet in the hot water felt SO GOOD! Just like today when I put my snowy feet in the bathtub!"
"Dang it, Pony! I'm trying to keep you alive! Don't do stuff like that!"
"Mom. I'm fine. I'll wear shoes to go work on the house."
No word on whether The Pony found squirrel-invasion evidence. I didn't think to ask.
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