Okay, so you know how yesterday, thanks to the crazy wind I basically mooned the mail lady and got hit in the head with a door?
Well, today Mr. Weather tricked me into spending four hours in the car just to grab a cup of coffee at the exit 42 Wilson Farms gas station off I-90. I was supposed to go to Ithaca to have lunch with my friend, Marty. I haven’t seen him in ages, and he was so sweet to plan out a wonderful and gluten-free lunch for us (he’s the most amazing cook I know, by the way).
It was going to be so great to see him and catch up. I decided to leave early, so I could bum around town for an hour or so before lunch and take a few pictures to post for you, so if you’ve never been to Ithaca, you’d be able to see that Ithaca is Gorges.
The weather report didn’t look great when I got up this morning, but it promised a high of 52 degrees, rain, and then snow showers with temperatures dropping into the upper 20s tonight. No biggie, right? I’ve lived in Rochester for almost eleven years, and I spent two years in Ithaca in my late teens. I qualify as a Western New Yorker now. I’m intrepid. The Crapmobile doesn’t always start, but it does have four wheel drive. I had Peter Mulvey in the CD player and snacks on the passenger seat. I wasn’t going to let a little rain and sleet keep me from seeing my friend.
I stopped at Wegmans on my way out of town, and when I got back to the car, it was snowing, and it certainly wasn’t 52 degrees. By the time I got to I-90, it was REALLY snowing. But, hey, people drive in snow all the time. And I drive like a little old lady anyway. People are nicer about that when there’s snow on the ground.
By exit 44, it was hard to see more than a few feet ahead of me. But, I’m intrepid, I told myself.
By exit 43, the roads were clearer, and it was more rain than snow.
I got off at exit 42 thinking, That wasn’t so bad, and looking forward to the twisty, picturesque drive through the Finger Lakes. I decided to stop at the gas station to fuel up and grab some coffee, and when I stopped, I checked my e-mail. There was a message from Marty saying that Ithaca was having bad flooding and they’d started closing roads. When I gave him a call, he said, “It’s not that the roads are bad . . . it’s that they aren’t there.”
I may be intrepid, and the Crapmobile may have four wheel drive, but it is not an amphibious vehicle. So, me and my gas station coffee turned around and headed back to Rochester, just in time to hear Peter Mulvey sing “We got the news, Ithaca got snow . . . It was just that kind of day,” because, you know, I needed someone to rub it in.
Instead of pictures of gorges and The Commons, you get this:
There’s a joke that in Rochester there are two seasons, winter and road work. But December ’tis the season when winter and road work collide, so it took me twice as long to get back home as it did to get to exit 42.
By exit 43, it was bad.
By exit 44 it was awful.
Just before exit 45, there was a multiple-car accident smack in the middle lane.
When I got to 490, it was a sheet of ice. I exited and took backroads where everyone was moving at a rate of one mile per millennium, and by the time I got into Rochester, it looked like this:
And when I got home, it was lunchtime. Instead of catching up with Marty over his homemade Cornish game hen and lentil/barley soup, I got to eat a freezer-burned microwave meal (that I’m pretty sure Stella licked when I wasn’t looking) while re-watching the Ally McBeal episode I slept through last night. Whatever I can stick in the microwave and old TV shows (and Stella trying to eat my food) is par for the course when it comes to lunch around here, and on most days, it’s fine by me, but in contrast to the beautiful, bright, warm plans I had, it was rather disappointing.
So, if you live somewhere with nice sunny winters and have warm fuzzy feelings about the idea of snow, I’d totally be willing to swap houses with you for the next few months to cure you of your affinity for snow once and for all. Really, I’d be happy to help.
Oh, another week of meaning to blog and not quite getting to it, so here’s a pretty picture, and now I’m going to do one of my rundown lists on the events of the past week. :)
- Last Sunday, J and I grabbed our very underused crampons, and went out to Chimney Bluffs on Lake Ontario to climb around on the ice and pretend to be Arctic explorers. We took tons of pictures on our phones, and if you click on the link above, it should take you to them — if, you know, you’re interested in seeing 60+ pictures of ice. I’ll have to steal J’s camera later and upload some of the ones of me in my sweet bright orange jacket (sale item, but super warm). It was the first time in a long time that we put aside our insane to do lists and just went out to play. It was much needed.
- Stella was due for her shots and I suspected (correctly) that Argo had an ear infection, so I did what any dog owner who doesn’t think enough before she acts would do, and scheduled an appointment for both of them AT THE SAME TIME. The double lead leash works super well for walks when they are both going in the same direction. Not so much in waiting rooms when Stella wants to hide and Argo wants to cuddle with everyone. When the vet tech was weighing Stella, Argo taught himself how to open the exam room door and let himself back into the waiting room to, presumably, cuddle with everyone. And when the vet came in, Argo got super protective of Stella, so after he got his ears checked out, I had to run him out to the car. I have realized it is not, in fact, easier to take both dogs in at once. Separate appointments from now on, unless J can come and wrangle dogs with me.
- I got J hooked on Friday Night Lights so I have an excuse to watch all the episodes again. As a result, I have been walking around singing, “Oh, Landry! Well you came and you gave without taking, but I sent you away, oh Landry,” because a. Barry Manilow is awesome, b. it totally fits, doesn’t it? c. Landry is awesome, and d. I’m weird.
- I launched, Operation Please Stop Making Your Husband Look At You Wearing 15 Year Old Theatre Production T-shirts (or OPSMYHLAYWFYOPT) and bought myself some actual PJs that don’t have holes in them or advertise the most awful, un-diverse production of The Wiz that ever was performed.
- I faced the fact that online to do list systems don’t work for me, no matter how much I love the idea of being all high tech about organization, and went back to writing things down.
- I played phone tag with Lady.
- I took a good, long bath, complete with bath salts, a mass market paperback, and a good glass of wine.
- I started my days this week with 30 minutes of writing exercises.
What have you been up to this week?