DelBloggolo: THE BLIZZARD OF 2015

Saturday, January 31, 2015

THE BLIZZARD OF 2015

It was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was almost zero when the little blonde got off work. She made her way to her car and wondered how she was going to make it home. She sat in her car while it warmed up and thought about her situation. She finally remembered her daddy's advice that if she got caught in a blizzard she should wait for a snowplow to come by and follow it. That way she would not get stuck in the snowdrift. This made her feel much better and sure enough in a little while a snowplow went by and she started to follow it.
As she followed the snowplow she was feeling very smug as they continued and she was not having any problem with the blizzard conditions. After quite some time had passed she was somewhat surprise when the snowplow stopped and the driver got out and came back to her car and signaled for her to roll down her window. The snow plow driver wanted to know if she was all right as she had been following him for a long time.

She said that she was fine and told him of her daddy's advice to follow a snowplow when caught in a blizzard. The driver replied that it was OK with him and she could continue if she wanted but he was done with the Wal Mart parking lot and was going over to K-Mart next.

The weatherman predicted close to 30 inches of snow, the wind would be blowing between 35 and 50 mph, and I needed milk and butter. Setting off for my workout, I stopped at the local Handy Pantry to get the milk and butter, leave it in my car since it was so cold and then go home. The bad weather hadn’t started yet and I figured best to get the stuff now.

Pulling into the store’s parking lot, there are cars already there, with people in the store all holding gallons of milk, all kinds of snack foods and cakes, and someone was buying cold cuts for the next millennium to come. This is called panic buying and occurs on Long Island every storm, equaling in numbers the number of strip malls that populate the Island of Long.

Once I left the gym, the snow was falling, enough to cover my windshield, and when I went to turn on the wipers, it streaked ice on the glass, the cold was entrenched and the winds blowing, I knew I was in trouble. First there was TLW (The Little

Woman’s) Physical Therapy at 11:20 am, and then home to watch the snow fall, and lock us away for a few days. That was not the trouble, the trouble was in anticipation of the TV shows TLW was going to watch, something scary: ‘Wives with Knives’. (If you don’t hear from me know that we watched too much TV!)

But you have to hand it to the weathermen on the TV! Boy do they get all excited. You’d think we were bombed again at Pearl Harbor. Their hands become in perpetual motion, the voice rising in excitement as they now have a show for you. They will attempt to scare the Hell out of you, tell you things that are horrible and that the world will end at once-News at 11:00 pm!

Not only do they state the obvious, they state it over and over again, with this foreboding graphics hinting at our doom. The red crawl across the bottom of the TV screen would add to the excitement and feeling that the world has truly ended or will soon, news at 11.

I have a new plan in place for the hated snow plow guy who waits until I broke my back from shoveling the driveway, so he can come by and plow me back in. I decided to park my cars one in front of the other and then just shovel a little bit since TLW can’t drive in her boot. Will it work? Stay tuned.