Snowbound (let's sleep in today)
The frozen wrath of God has been raining down on Louisville for over a day now. Today I poked my head out and decided, in a fit of insanity, to go to the office (school has, of course, been canceled, but I have a key).
It's beautiful out there. Everytyhing is covered with a thick glaze of ice, which has its own fascination. The dogwood in my yard looked like an inverted chandelier. Crossing the road at Preston, I pushed the crossing button, whcih caused the glazing on the face of the crossing switch to peel off, hang in the air for a moment as an inverted replica of the switch's facepanel, and then shatter to a million pieces.
There's a fair bit of destruction, too. During the night, I heard ominous rumbles which my mind interpreted as sheets of ice tumbling off of roofs (I'm still not sure if it was). Walking to the bus stop, I saw trees snapped or bent to the ground under their weight of ice. The bus never did come, and I gave up and came back home.
On the way back, an ominous crack overhead heralded a falling tree branch. I scurried out of the way, avoiding getting hit by a heavy chunk of wood but not avoiding blasting by icy shrapnel.
It may not be a good idea to try to go in to the office today. Far better to stay at home, drinking tea and watching TV on DVD.
It's beautiful out there. Everytyhing is covered with a thick glaze of ice, which has its own fascination. The dogwood in my yard looked like an inverted chandelier. Crossing the road at Preston, I pushed the crossing button, whcih caused the glazing on the face of the crossing switch to peel off, hang in the air for a moment as an inverted replica of the switch's facepanel, and then shatter to a million pieces.
There's a fair bit of destruction, too. During the night, I heard ominous rumbles which my mind interpreted as sheets of ice tumbling off of roofs (I'm still not sure if it was). Walking to the bus stop, I saw trees snapped or bent to the ground under their weight of ice. The bus never did come, and I gave up and came back home.
On the way back, an ominous crack overhead heralded a falling tree branch. I scurried out of the way, avoiding getting hit by a heavy chunk of wood but not avoiding blasting by icy shrapnel.
It may not be a good idea to try to go in to the office today. Far better to stay at home, drinking tea and watching TV on DVD.