Last Saturday morning began as
expected, I awoke around five o'clock and was greeted by the sound of
falling rain just like the smiling nondescript weatherman predicted
the day before. After letting both the dogs outside so they could do
their required morning business I made a cup of coffee and began
surfing the internet along while toying with the idea of trying to
write some fiction. The former proved irresistible, especially since
whatever muse I use for the latter is still AWOL.
Once I satisfied my need for melding
with the nascent global consciousness I drifted over to the living
room couch and started watching a documentary on Netflix. I picked a
film about the life of a famous Hawaiian surfer and quickly became
engulfed with his life, and indirectly, the tropical atmosphere
inherent with anything related to those islands.
Now understand, the weather forecast
for last Saturday called for chilly temperatures and rain all day. I
was completely happy with that meteorological prediction since such
weather tends to relax my wife generally leading her to be lazy. On
weekends where she is “energetic” my wife might become obsessed
with some project, and when that happens everyone living in the house
is required to share her enthusiasm.
Where everything went overboard
occurred sometime around 6:30am when my daughter comes running into
the living room. “It's snowing!,” she screamed in joy.
While still watching the surfer
documentary, I was in that twilight area between being fully awake
and lightly dozing producing a curious semi-dream like state where I
actually felt like I was on a Hawaiian beach enjoying the salty
breeze and the feel of soft warm sand between my toes. Needless to
say, my daughter's gleeful proclamation about the weather caused my
warm and fuzzy state of mind to fall apart like a poorly knitted
sweater after someone began pulling on a loose thread.
Yes, it had been rather chilly earlier
when I let the dogs out but as I got up from the couch to go look
outside the idea of it snowing seemed beyond ridiculous. My first
thought was that my daughter was trying to pull one of her practical
jokes, a talent she seemed determined to perfect on me.
Sure enough, I opened the door to the
backyard and was shocked to see that it just wasn't snowing but that
I had at least half an inch of the white stuff on the deck. The
scene was truly surreal in every sense of the word. The sky was a
uniform dull silver with streaks of dark gray. Whipped up by a steady
and energetic wind the white of the large and fluffy snow flakes were
a stark contrast to the brooding sky. While watching all this I tried
to wrap my mind around the idea that just the previous Wednesday the
high temperature that day had been in the upper 80's. For a few
seconds I stared outside and considered the possibility that I was
still dreaming. About that same time, my daughter, who had ran
outside while still in her PJ's, threw a nicely shaped snowball that
smacked me squarely in the head. That officially ended any further
consideration that I was somehow still detached from reality.
“Son of a bitch,” I said not really
believing what I was seeing. “It doesn't snow in South Carolina in
freaking November,” I added to no one in particular.
What does someone do when confronted by
something they find quite disturbing? In my case with the unexpected
and untimely appearance of snow I close the door, grab a blanket, and
then hope with all my might that it ends as quickly as it began.
There are two thing you have understand about me and snow.
The first being that I live in South
Carolina. In this gloriously FUBAR state snow is such a rarity in the
lower two-thirds it only takes two snowflakes hitting the ground to
send everyone into an utter panic. People who aren't all that smart
or rational to begin with rush to the nearest stores to load up on
milk, bread, soup, and batteries the same way they do for hurricanes.
Now you can't blame them in some respects, the lower two-thirds of
the state doesn't have to deal with snow all that often there is no
real justification to purchase and maintain a great deal of removal
equipment.
The second reason is personal. Before I
joined the active army back in July of 1986 I had seen significant
snow about four or five times in my life. That almost made it an
occasion to party by playing outside until we needed to warm up
inside usually with a bowl of tomato soup in front of a fireplace. As
someone transferring from the National Guard to active army one of my
enlistment perks was the chance to pick my permanent duty station.
For reasons I can't really explain anymore I picked Fort Carson,
Colorado. If forced, I'll admit to listening to “Rocky Mountain
High” by the late and great John Denver one too many times. By
January of 1987 I had seen enough snow to last a lifetime,
unfortunately for me Uncle Sammy didn't allow second choices and I
had to deal with all that nightmarish frozen white stuff until my
enlistment ended in 1990.
Since then snow has become akin to the
Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to me. Yes, its nice and pretty
coming down but invariably it turns to slush and fouls up the roads
at night when temperatures go down making already semi-deranged
drivers four-wheeled, fossil-fueled terminators. The final aspect
involves trees, and that is where things got weird for me last
Saturday.
Being at least a decent dad it didn't
take much for my daughter to get me outside with her and play. We
were outside for about ten minutes when I began hearing loud popping
sounds accompanied by crashing sounds immediately after that. These
calamitous noises were both loud and near enough to add another level
of the surreal. The noises were so loud, I somehow imagined a platoon
of irate Bigfoots stomping through the neighborhood. What it turned
out to be was that it was so early in winter that all the trees still
had most of their leaves. Like I already mentioned, the snowflakes
were large and fluffy as well as slightly wet and they stuck to
leaves like super strong post-it notes.
I made this discovery when one of the
trees in the house across the street from me quite suddenly
collapsed. I'm not taking about just a couple of medium-sized limbs
but the entire tree. You'd have to understand the neighborhood social
dynamic but my first concern was how the owners of that yard would
react to the tree collapsing. The male of of that household is one of
the anal compulsive types who pulls out his riding lawnmower and
vacuums up fallen leaves every other day during autumn.
I didn't worry about the neighbors for
long when I realized I might soon have tree issues of my own. Back
when the house my family and I live was built the first owners
planted river birches right on the edge of the street. I'm sure when
they were young and small they were quite attractive additions to the
landscaping. That was over twenty years ago, now in the best of
weather they are Swords of Damocles waiting for a chance to abruptly
shed a limb on top of someone's car. Over the years I've tried my
best to convince my wife they should be removed but she refuses
saying they add value to the property.
I usually then say something about our
glorious neighbors suing us for damages if and when one of those
limbs fall at an unfortunate time. She just dismisses my argument
saying I'm just trying to get out of yard work. Well yeah, but I'm
already the neighborhood pariah and figuring an ounce of prevention
is worth a pound of cure.
The snow continued to fall until about
noon that day with me having a deathwatch on the trees in the front
yard. Luckily my problem trees didn't collapse, in an effort to
reduce late summer lawn cutting I had turned off the sprinkle system
in August. Coupled with the lack of rain my trees started shedding
leaves early reducing the overall weight on the limbs. Once the freak
weather system moved out of the area the temperatures shot up melting
nearly all of the snow. My trees returned to their proper position
with me breathing a temporary sigh of relief. My worry now is that
they have been weakened to the point a minor windstorm could bring
them down.
Saturday's snow fun didn't end there,
we lost satellite television reception just a few minutes after my
daughter first alerted me to the climate change induced weather
abnormality. In the greater scheme of things that wasn't a big issue,
the various specialty networks, like History, Discover, and A&E,
have long since turned to smelly poop filled with an incredible array
of morons. Yes, we needed to hear weather reports but we got those
over the internet, but guess what happened next.
We lost power around eleven o'clock,
and it wasn't a clean shut off. In the space of maybe twenty seconds
power died and came back on several times. Just when we thought the
worst was over the lights in the house faded for a couple of seconds
then outright died taking the internet with it. The electricity was
out for about four hours and when it finally returned my wife,
daughter, and I quickly learned that both the router and DSL modem
were utterly fried. Strangely enough, out of everything that happened
or could have occurred last Saturday, that is when things went
straight to shit. Three people cooped in a house with no where to go
and no internet, it was medieval.
7 comments:
Hi Beach That is what I call snow.
I had to laugh as the first time I saw snow in NZ (a few drops) I dropped my kids off to school finding it was closed. Huh In Holland we have had meters of snow and life went on like normal.
In Holland last month the actually had extreme warm weather. I think the weather is upside down all over the world.
What's next. Keep warm :)
I am not much for snow either. Oh, a little bit is okay as long as the roads do not get icy or so covered the lines become invisible. I like to look up at the mountains and see it there! We do not get much at all here in the part of Oregon where I live (the desert of Oregon gets lots more!) but there have been 3 years in the 17 so far where we got heavy snow for a week!!!!
I become stranded as will not venture out in it.
Ah yes I remember the ice we had at times when I lived in SC, it was pretty like the snow but every weak limb and tree hit the ground.
No internet, there should be a law against that :)
When I started seeing pictures on my Facebook feed of the snow in South Carolina, I thought it was a joke, too. But then I quickly realized that it was real...well, surreal.
I remember a good snowfall once when I lived in South Carolina. For some reason, I still had a snow brush in my car (from when I lived in Buffalo). I was a popular person at work at 5:00 p.m.!
Oh...and by the way, totally unrelated to this post, but I just remembered I wanted to ask you this: Will you see the movie Interstellar and will you let us know what you think of it?
When we moved to Ohio from NC I was most worried about snow. And in fact, the first year I would call in to work telling them that I was snowed in. Then I figured out that our apartment complex never plowed the parking lot - the roads were perfectly clear. And thus was revealed the huge difference between the two states. That and underground lines :)
NOOOOO! What a bummer that must have been.
I didn't see it myself, but some friends told us we had a few snow flurries here in the early morning of November 1. I sure hope this isn't an indication of what kind of winter we're gonna have in the sunny south this year, eh?
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