Winter's last gasp....
Pics from yesterday morning. Thirteen hours before this there was no snow on the ground, whatsoever. We ended up getting about 18 inches, which normally isn't that big of a deal, but with it being ...
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Sweetpea3829wrote:
We hadn't even gone subzero that winter! But the year before, we spent WEEKS in subzero temps, and I well remember because I was the one schlepping out to break water for the chickens three times a day.
I remember that winter VERY well. I developed an ice dam on the west side of my roof. It just kept building up and building up, never having time to fully melt. The even bigger problem was that the ice underneath was slowly melting from the heat of the roof and the water was running down through my outer wall and under my floor. That was awful.
Two bags of rock salt and a lot of work got the ice dam broken up, but that wasn't fun being up on that slanted roof that was covered in sheets of ice. And, of course, do I have mold in my wall? I doubt it, as I've since seen part of the inside of it and it was dry and mold free, but I didn't see all of it, so it's still a little scary. To make matters worse, it damaged the edge of the roof where it was worst, so that's got to be fixed this summer. We planned to last year, but some things came up.
It was one of the coldest winters I remember. I do remember there were a couple of nights during the winter of '92-'93 that got down to at least 22 below, but the extreme cold at the time didn't last for weeks like it did with the winter we're talking about. It was awful, that's for sure.
"I do remember there were a couple of nights during the winter of '92-'93 that got down to at least 22 below,"
YIKES.
You must've turned into a Gabecicle. :)
Still, it was the coldest winter, I believe, that I've ever experienced here. I had to go outside to smoke. :p- If that's not an incentive to quit smoking, I don't know what is, lol!
I lived in RI in 92, 93, etc (and for that matter, I was only 12 yrs old). Our winters there never got that cold. 20s and 30s...MAYBE down to the teens.
But I remember demanding from my husband in '15 that we move to the Azores, where he's originally from. Because the heck with that kind of extreme "polar vortex" cold. Why should we live in this when we can live in "paradise". Alas, he said we couldn't.
The kids do the chickens and ducks now, lol. "If that's not an incentive to quit smoking, I don't know what is, lol!"
LOL
Hey, whatever saves you money. I'm sure your folks liked having you around.
Eh, my job situation. In the post 9/11 slowdown I ended up losing my job to someone who they could pay about 15k less. I ended up having to come back to stay with my folks for a little while (yeah, living with my folks at 30...SMH).
He missed the snow and icy winds. LOL
Gabe, what made you decide to come back north after moving south for so long?!"my father dying just before Christmas of last year and my stepmother, coincidentally, just last night."
My condolences, Gabe.
- Awww Gabe, I'm sorry to hear of your loss. :-(
Losing a parent/step parent is never easy, even if the relationship isn't that great.
I get along much better with both sets of parents, now that we live several hours away. But they can still be aggravating. Especially when they come and stay with us.
I guess that's kind of the nature of the beast though, lol. I wonder if it's easier when you know it's coming, or if it is better when it's sudden. I can never decide. And no, you don't sound cold. If you're not close to a person, their death may affect you differently than if you are close.
- I think it really depends on the person and your relationship. I have to be honest, I find myself pretty emotionally detached when it comes to stuff like this. But, I am adopted and was at a somewhat later age, so I am not as emotionally vested in my parents (sounds terrible, but it's true).
Now if it were my husband or one of my kids, I'd be a hot mess. Expected or otherwise.
When my SIL passed last fall, it was more or less expected bit difficult because she was only 52 (and has a surviving identical twin).
My MIL passed a few weeks ago and it was different. Fewer tears. And it struck me how she was lying there deceased, and everybody was just carrying on with their lives around her, but almost like she was an afterthought.
It wasn't in a bad way. It was just striking to me. You live, and then you die. And everyone else carries on. - Lol, now that we've waxed philosophical on Gabe's winter post...
