Snow Rant
I do have a post I want to make about life with the sensor (which is also the reason I went MIA this time. I always have a reason, don't I?), but that will have to wait for another day. Instead, I'm taking the time out of my apparently regularly unscheduled (but reocurring) blogging break to rant about snow.
I know, I know, you all have missed my snow rants this year and wonder why I've been so strangely silent about my disdain for the evil white stuff. (And if you didn't miss it or weren't wondering, just humor me okay?) I'd like to say it's because this year we've gotten little to no evil white stuff. But I can't. However, I can say that we've been lucky enough to only get glancing blows from most of the major storms to hit the NE this winter so we're not exactly buried in. Nah, we're about average this year. Only one snow day so far and one 2-hour delay--both last week. Mostly, my dearth of rants has been do to lack of time.
But today I have a rant. And it's not so much about the snow as it is about my town's seeming inability to clean it off the roads properly. See, last night it snowed, thus ending our two day sub-zero temps (yesterday it was -21 at 7 a.m.--real temp. No wind chill). But it really didn't snow that much. And inch, maybe two. No more. Not a big deal. We've gotten more than that in previous storms this year. So, why, I ask, were the roads so freaking crappy? And why did they wait until *after* I was done driving for the day to start cleaning up the roads? This is the first time all winter that I slipped and slid and spun out every time I tried to drive. And it's not like I was driving crazy and arrogantly. No, I hate driving on snowy roads so I'm always uber cautious. Yet, almost every turn I had to make involved a mini panic attack as I tried to regain traction. Even times when I had to stop--and I made sure to give myself plenty of time and room--resulted in my breaks momentarily locking up. I even lost control in my driveway, over-corrected, and drove the passenger side into the wall o' snow we like to call the side yard. It took me twenty minutes to dig it out to the point where the tires did more than spin uselessly so I could park correctly. (Although that one I can't blame on the town).
Man, I sure miss the days when the plows were running full time and the roads were salted instead of sanded. But the economy tanked and the village decided that it was cheaper to significantly cut back on the plowing and swap out the salt for the sand, thus leaving the shoddily plowed roads a slushy, muddy mess. Blah. I guess all I can really say is--are you ready for this?--I hate snow.
I know, I know, you all have missed my snow rants this year and wonder why I've been so strangely silent about my disdain for the evil white stuff. (And if you didn't miss it or weren't wondering, just humor me okay?) I'd like to say it's because this year we've gotten little to no evil white stuff. But I can't. However, I can say that we've been lucky enough to only get glancing blows from most of the major storms to hit the NE this winter so we're not exactly buried in. Nah, we're about average this year. Only one snow day so far and one 2-hour delay--both last week. Mostly, my dearth of rants has been do to lack of time.
But today I have a rant. And it's not so much about the snow as it is about my town's seeming inability to clean it off the roads properly. See, last night it snowed, thus ending our two day sub-zero temps (yesterday it was -21 at 7 a.m.--real temp. No wind chill). But it really didn't snow that much. And inch, maybe two. No more. Not a big deal. We've gotten more than that in previous storms this year. So, why, I ask, were the roads so freaking crappy? And why did they wait until *after* I was done driving for the day to start cleaning up the roads? This is the first time all winter that I slipped and slid and spun out every time I tried to drive. And it's not like I was driving crazy and arrogantly. No, I hate driving on snowy roads so I'm always uber cautious. Yet, almost every turn I had to make involved a mini panic attack as I tried to regain traction. Even times when I had to stop--and I made sure to give myself plenty of time and room--resulted in my breaks momentarily locking up. I even lost control in my driveway, over-corrected, and drove the passenger side into the wall o' snow we like to call the side yard. It took me twenty minutes to dig it out to the point where the tires did more than spin uselessly so I could park correctly. (Although that one I can't blame on the town).
Man, I sure miss the days when the plows were running full time and the roads were salted instead of sanded. But the economy tanked and the village decided that it was cheaper to significantly cut back on the plowing and swap out the salt for the sand, thus leaving the shoddily plowed roads a slushy, muddy mess. Blah. I guess all I can really say is--are you ready for this?--I hate snow.