Weather is an adventure for me and I usually enjoy the thrill of it. BUT with three elderly people that challenge takes on a less self-centered approach to one of worry. Two months ago, it was the concern of a tornado and not being able to get my dad into the basement. This week, this bitter deadly cold that is pressing against the sides of the house. We in the house are in good shape, but I worry if we lose power about my parents who live in the barn. They have a nice warm and toasty apartment with lots of heat-unless we lose power. We have talked with them repeatedly about the need for some kind of supplemental heat for their place but Mom tends to not want to spend the extra money. So for now, we are praying that the power will hold. I went the other night in search of a kerosene heater for them but none were to be found. I am sorry now that I did not buy it back in Oct when I saw it.
The last time it snowed this much, was back in 1978, the same year and time that my dad had his thyroid operation. Mom has often told the story about when she went back and forth to the hospital. Fortunately, she was able to stay with some cousins in the city so the trip was short and not overly treacherous. So 35 years later, they can now claim they have went through the next bad winter storm.
The following is a slide show with the photos of the event. Some were taken in the snow yesterday and the rest are boring pictures taken through the windows, but nothing in me at the moment wants to shovel my way out the door unless there is a great need.