I live in the South, specifically, Raleigh, NC, and in case you’ve been living under a rock, the mid-Atlantic states were covered today in a wet blanket of snow, sleet and ice. As much as I love wingtips, it was a day for hiking boots.
It’s not like we didn’t know that an act of God was imminent. Everyone went to the grocery store Wednesday night for the proverbial bread and milk (although beer, wine and Doritos seemed to be the clear favorite at my local Harris Teeter). Southerners are a gentle, stoic people, so even though the store I visited was packed, choruses of “You first” “No, you” filled the air. Everyone was frozen in place, not from the cold, but because they were afraid appearing rude or grabby, bless their hearts.
I was hoping for the perfect snow day: Work from home, cook a nice meal, pack for my upcoming business trip, maybe blog a little during lunch. Evidently, I am not livin’ right, because here’s……
What really happened
- Wake up with a jolt at 1:30 in the morning because the smoke detector starts blaring when the power goes out.
- Finally drift back to sleep, then get up at 4:30 for my company’s Inclement Weather Committee call, which will decide whether to open, delay or close our location for the day.
- Cannot send the freakin’ “We’re closed today” note to employees because I am without power, which means I am without Internet.
- Wait ‘til daylight, try to start generator: no go.
- As the pump to the well is electric, realize we can’t flush toilets: a TRUE “no go.”
And so on. There were many others far worse off than I, so I have no right to complain. I worked as much as I could via iPhone, then called it a day and went for a walk with my husband on the slip ‘n slide of our neighborhood streets.
Hiking boots rule
Which is why, today, my post is not of wingtips or cap toes or dress shoes at all. Today, as I stood out in the ice and muck, I was grateful for Smartwool socks and long johns, and my Salomon hiking boots (pictured).
The power finally came back on tonight. (Thank you, Duke Energy!) It is 11:00 p.m. and I am warm, clean, fed, and blogging. Right now, there’s still six inches of snow on the ground, but weather.com says temps will reach the 70s next week. Ahhhhh, the extremes of Southern weather! Gotta love it. And as long as my toilet is flushing, I do.