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I started a post of Epic Whine last night, and ended up deciding to only post the condensed version, as follows:
Setting the Scene: Around five inches of snow fell here yesterday, which would be a yawn-inducingly normal occurrence back in Minnesota, but is DEFCON TWO RED ALERT PANIC NOW levels of unheard-of in the green and mild little city on the Puget Sound where I now reside.
Of The Good: My college decided to close around 3 so we could all get home before dark.
Of The Bad: We were the only educational institution of any sort, K-12 or postsecondary, private or public, in the entire county that was silly enough to even open yesterday.
Of The Good: They do, apparently, have actual snowplows here in my city. (The local paper alleges five, but I think that is a gross exaggeration.)
Of The Bad: The people running roads maintenance don't quite grasp that while plowing a snow-covered road is a good first step, you need to follow that up with sand and salt, or what you have is a clean-scraped, tightly-packed, highly-polished surface of glaze ice.
( (The story continues within...) )
In conclusion: This is the kind of nonsense I moved here to get AWAY from, dammit. But at least I have heat, and power, and internet, and am (so far) unsmushed. Avaunt!
Setting the Scene: Around five inches of snow fell here yesterday, which would be a yawn-inducingly normal occurrence back in Minnesota, but is DEFCON TWO RED ALERT PANIC NOW levels of unheard-of in the green and mild little city on the Puget Sound where I now reside.
Of The Good: My college decided to close around 3 so we could all get home before dark.
Of The Bad: We were the only educational institution of any sort, K-12 or postsecondary, private or public, in the entire county that was silly enough to even open yesterday.
Of The Good: They do, apparently, have actual snowplows here in my city. (The local paper alleges five, but I think that is a gross exaggeration.)
Of The Bad: The people running roads maintenance don't quite grasp that while plowing a snow-covered road is a good first step, you need to follow that up with sand and salt, or what you have is a clean-scraped, tightly-packed, highly-polished surface of glaze ice.
( (The story continues within...) )
In conclusion: This is the kind of nonsense I moved here to get AWAY from, dammit. But at least I have heat, and power, and internet, and am (so far) unsmushed. Avaunt!