I got up early, which sucks, as I tend to try and sleep until 9am or 10am, if not later.
What got me up early was the kids hoots and hollers of joy that school was certainly going to be cancelled tomorrow.
As I looked inquiringly (and a little grumpily, to be honest) at my husband, Brian, he said “They are expecting 4-8 inches of snow tonight.”
Brian is not a man of too many words.
I like that, because the crucial information is crisp, concise, and clean.
In the morning, that’s the only communication I tend to understand.
Now, 4-8 inches of snow here in Kentucky is a ginormous amount, enough to make every person head for Walmart to stock their cabinets and speculate with glee if they will have work or not.
4-8 inches of snow is usually enough to close Walmart and McDonald’s…that’s how Kentucky views snow..with mild hysteria and a dollop of joy at the possibility of getting out of work.
As is the norm, and as you hear a great deal from people in ANY state.
The stupid assed weathermen got it totally wrong.
Such as the time they got it wrong when the remnants of Hurricane Ike came through, and high winds took down a great deal of trees, roofs, and assorted signage in our town…as well as power.
Power went out for four days in the aftermath of Ike.
What I remember best of THAT period is this stupid asshole saying before the broadcast ended…”We’ll have a few wind gusts tomorrow, nothing to get excited about, and the possibility for some showers.”
That little bastard is branded in my memory.
So much so, I show my teeth in something greatly resembling a snarl when he appears (hey, I am Lydia AsWOLF, after all) on my television screen.
The next day brought a little more than gusts of wind and a few showers.
We watched in disbelief as trees fell around us, as our neighbors homes got trees liberally imbedded in their roofs (I hate my neighbors, so they got what they deserved, refer to Neighborhell USA for reasons)
Four days later, when power was restored.
My teeth were showing and something suspiciously like a growl was forming in my throat as the little bastard appeared on my screen.
He looked nervous and awkward, which frankly stopped the growl from emerging, as he and the other weatherman traded really underwhelming comments like “I’d never heard of a high wind advisory, had you?” To which his colleague retorted a simple “No” and got on with the weather..which was wrong of course.
But I’ve digressed….all to point out that when Kentucky Meteorologist get it wrong, they go all in.
So Brian and I sent the kids off to school.
Then we waited and watched.
Lot of rain.
Lots of ice forming.
But no snow.
I wanted to watch the news in a bad way.
I was full of glee that they’d fucked up yet again, but the ice was making me a little wary.
So I got to work.
Answered my email, talked smack with my colleagues, and dealt with my beloved clients.
But when 4pm hit, my ears all but perked up.
Our news comes on at 5pm, and at approximately 4:50pm, the damn power flickered, then went out.
It wasn’t long after that the cracks and crashes began.
A word here about our bizzarre and yes, very stupid behavior in storms.
My oldest son (20 in March), my husband, I myself are fascinated with them.
Not like the idiots who run out to film tornados, or the reporters who stand in hurricanes.
I have a devious and quite evil desire to see the former sucked up in a funnel cloud live, and the latter to be blown away, literally.
One night, I mildly remarked to my husband during hurricane coverage, as yet another reporter tried to stand and deliver, that it would be great if the pole behind him would suddenly rip in two and behead him.
I might be a good psychic and medium, but I sure spend a lot of time trying to convince my clients I have real nasty streak…and now they know for sure, those that read my blog.
My husband, oldest son and I are a we bit more mild.
We merely go out and watch the action, trying to keep a safe distance.
That we were nearly smacked upside the head with huge branches during the Ike high wind fiasco didn’t really you know, get through when the cracks and crashes began.
So we took shifts.
We aren’t dumb enough to let the six and seven year old out in storms.
So I found myself running outside with my husband to view the source of all this racket.
We saw the amazing progress the ice had made in coating the trees, at least half a inch to a inch.
We saw the trees bowing under the weight, then giving in and crashing all around us.
Most interesting of all, we observed what at first appeared to be green and blue lightening.
It was only later we would find out that those were transformers blowing, all over our modest town.
My son, Aaron would join us for a few minutes, then hubby would go inside to mind the kids, as we were, after all without power.
But we had been smart enough to have their Nintendo ds lites charged, and their portable dvd player, so they were having a total ball, secure and even smug in their knowledge there would be no school the next day.
We were up most of the night.
Because trees were falling most of the night.
After hours of witnessing this, it became a bit more alarming as larger and larger branches came down.
To the point, I was immediately getting up and running to window, if I wasn’t outside, to see where the next one would fall.
We had candles, and flashlights, and Brian had been smart enough to go out and stock us up as soon as he heard the forecast, so that was all good.
When we finally did try to go to bed, we were on edge.
After having experienced four days without power with Ike, we had deep, deep reservations about when power would be restored.
It didn’t really help that branches were landing on the roof directly over our head.
We hoped for the best.
Even when the rain started coming down.
Rain that immediately froze on every surface it encountered.
We honestly thought we knew what the worst was.
Turned out we didn’t.