The Blizzard (or as Marc Would Say "Blizzity Blau")

So my day started off by having 5:30 a.m. witness interviews. The employees I was interviewing worked the night shift so I had to interview them at either that time or 12:30 a.m. I choose 5:30. Anyway, when I left the house it wasn’t snowing, so I put on my suit and my strappy shoes. When I left the interviews at 7:00 a.m. several inches of snow had already accumulated on the ground. The drive to the office though wasn’t all that bad. When I got to work everyone was talking about the weather. I should say when everyone else got to work, since no one else was there at 7:15 a.m.
It just kept snowing and snowing and snowing. I could tell from my window that it was getting bad, but I had something due so I just kept working.

At about 1:30, after everyone had already left because of the snow I finally decided that I was just going to have to turn in my brief later. After all, the agency that I had to file with had already decided to close until Friday. Thankfully, on my way out I saw a friend of mine who noticed my non-blizzard friendly strappy shoes. She said she had an extra pair of boots that I could borrow if I wanted. “Yes please.” When I got to my car I was sooooo grateful for my friend’s boots because I had to kick snow from behind the back of my car so that I could back out.


When I got into my car I knew that I would have a long drive ahead of me. I thought it would probably take at least a couple of hours to get home. Ok, so my dream of a couple of hours was quickly dashed when I spent two hours traveling one mile. Every few feet
another car was stuck in the snow. The worst was the on ramp to the highway. The on ramp had a decent hill and several trucks/cars had gotten stuck on it. Once a car/truck would get unstuck, another one would get stuck.

Marc says this blog is running long, so I’ll cut this story short. Basically, I was on the road for five hours. The whole time was spent swerving around stuck cars and going between 0 and 5 miles an hour. There was even a couple of buses that had turned completely sideways. BTW the only reason I got home in five hours versus seven or eight is because I got off the highway by following a group of cars driving down a ditch and up onto a road beside the highway. I did make it home safely, which I was thankful for. I was so glad to see Marielle and Marc's face. I did feel bad for our nanny who, along with her son Ethan, had to spend the night at our house. By the time we had gotten home it was too late and too treacherous for them to try and make the trip home to Denver. We made it a slumber party though. Lots of cookies and milk! Anyway, I’ll stop now and leave room for Marc. ; )


All I really have to add is that each time I talked to Viv on the phone while we made our separate ways home was, "this car (the Forester) is so Bad @$$." I was glad that her car was treating her well on the treacherous roads. For the most part, my drive was uneventful but loooonggg. Near the end of my drive I chose a few roads less traveled in an effort to side step the traffic. It worked, but I found myself in a few hairy situations. My Legacy's all-wheel-drivedness did well also although I did find myself stuck in our alley, 20 feet from our garage. That sucked. Thirty minutes later, with no help from neighbors, I was in the garage.