Wednesday night came along and there was a lot of fat, fluffy snowflakes with it. We haven't seen big, fat, fluffy snowflakes for a long time; most of what we've seen all winter has been those dry, powdery flakes that blow around with the wind like sand from a sandblaster and don't make much of a mess anywhere.
But this wet stuff- yuck! It just sits on the road and laughs at traction tires, spinning them six ways to Sunday.
Naturally, the big storm was scheduled to come in around 11 a.m. and Cheryl's car decided to pick up a hitch-hiking bolt on the way to work. She called me to let me know she might need me to come help out when it was time to leave (expecting, of course, that the tire would be flat by then) but I wasn't in the mood to wait around because the Storm was Coming.
So I skedaddled over to the school parking lot and pulled her tire off (which had an absolutely HUGE screw stuck right through the middle tread) and stuck the spare in its place
and then ran the other one over to Belle Tire where they do free tire repairs and waited thirty minutes in their lobby (alternating between looking at my watch and out the window the entire time) knowing that they weren't going to get it done before the snow started falling - and they didn't - so instead of racing back to the school and putting the repaired tire back on, I just went home and waited for Cheryl to get home because the wind had picked up and the temperature had dropped and the flakes were big and wet and cold and I am still getting over a recent illness so didn't feel like sitting out in the weather, preferring instead to wait til the car was safe and warm inside the garage.
Cheryl came home presently (after lunch - it was only a half day) and I went out and changed the tire back. Found out the spare was completely under-inflated. Supposed to be at 60 psi; it was only at 20. Stupid spare.
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The storm came in before noon and spent the evening and the next morning, only sputtering out of energy around 6 a.m. It left a lot of pretty pictures.
The kids (and Cheryl) got the day off school.
I spent the day trying to get ready for the framing inspector. He's coming on Friday.
But this wet stuff- yuck! It just sits on the road and laughs at traction tires, spinning them six ways to Sunday.
Naturally, the big storm was scheduled to come in around 11 a.m. and Cheryl's car decided to pick up a hitch-hiking bolt on the way to work. She called me to let me know she might need me to come help out when it was time to leave (expecting, of course, that the tire would be flat by then) but I wasn't in the mood to wait around because the Storm was Coming.
So I skedaddled over to the school parking lot and pulled her tire off (which had an absolutely HUGE screw stuck right through the middle tread) and stuck the spare in its place
and then ran the other one over to Belle Tire where they do free tire repairs and waited thirty minutes in their lobby (alternating between looking at my watch and out the window the entire time) knowing that they weren't going to get it done before the snow started falling - and they didn't - so instead of racing back to the school and putting the repaired tire back on, I just went home and waited for Cheryl to get home because the wind had picked up and the temperature had dropped and the flakes were big and wet and cold and I am still getting over a recent illness so didn't feel like sitting out in the weather, preferring instead to wait til the car was safe and warm inside the garage.
Cheryl came home presently (after lunch - it was only a half day) and I went out and changed the tire back. Found out the spare was completely under-inflated. Supposed to be at 60 psi; it was only at 20. Stupid spare.
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The storm came in before noon and spent the evening and the next morning, only sputtering out of energy around 6 a.m. It left a lot of pretty pictures.
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| The driveway is filled with cars. The cars are covered with snow. |
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| There's a snow-covered kitty on the front porch keeping watch out for strangers. I don't think she's gong to see any, though, since her face is covered with snow. |
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| The back deck has the best & deepest snow. |
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| The trees look like they all had their hair frosted. |
I spent the day trying to get ready for the framing inspector. He's coming on Friday.
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