From the National Weather Service,
A WINTER STORM WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 12 PM EST WEDNESDAY.
SNOW WILL MIX WITH SLEET AND FREEZING RAIN OVERNIGHT. THE WINTRY PRECIPITATION WILL CHANGE BACK TO ALL SNOW EARLY TOMORROW MORNING. THEN THE SNOW WILL TAPER OFF FROM WEST TO EAST TOMORROW AFTERNOON.
AN ADDITIONAL 3 TO 5 INCHES OF SNOW AND SLEET WILL OCCUR TONIGHT ALONG WITH UP TO ONE TENTH OF AN INCH OF ICE ACCUMULATION. ANOTHER 2 TO 3 INCHES OF SNOW CAN BE EXPECTED TOMORROW.
TOTAL SNOW ACCUMULATION FOR THE ENTIRE EVENT WILL BE 7 TO 11 INCHES.
Tuesday afternoon, I got off work an hour early. This is before the storm:
This one shows a couple of accidents (right lane, four cars). Whoops! It was arguably icy, but people just HATE letting a pesky thing like weather slow them down!
The storm put down snow, then ice, then snow at a startling rate. Here is the view in the morning.
Needless to say, it was a snowday! Rather than do homework, I set out to clear the driveway.
About 15 ft after the start. Break time!
Foreground: my ice encrusted car. The cool thing is that - due to a thin layer of snow below the ice - removing the ice from my car was like cracking creme brulee'*
Background: progress, sweet progress!
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Footnotes:
*I mean, I think that's what its like...I'm no elitist, eating creme brulee'. I shovel my driveway! With a shovel!
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Despite the shoveling, a thin layer of ice persisted on our driveway until today's heat wave - 40 degrees F never felt more like summer! The funny thing is that our driveway was one of the only driveways cleared this week. This is a stark contrast to the scene after the first storm of the year (a couple weeks ago). While our driveway looked like the tundra, our neighbors' driveways were cleared and salted the next day. This storm must have caught our neighbors on their heels or something.
It is strange to me how much satisfaction I drew from the fact that "my" driveway was clear when no others were. Is this a sign of how I might act when I'm a real adult, and not just a renter (or in this year's case, kind of a squatter)? I could be that crotchety or man who sits in his rocking chair, staring out the window, and muttering about how the neighbors just don't take care of their properties anymore.
Spooky.
