Sunday, December 20, 2009
The Weather Outside Is Frightful
Brooklyn and all of New York saw its first major snowfall of the year yesterday-- and by far the biggest snowstorm I've seen since we moved here more than two years ago.
The flakes started falling about noon Saturday, just before Paul embarked on his 12-hour drive to Ohio (I'll meet him there on Christmas Eve). But the snow didn't keep me home-bound, although perhaps it should have. A friend planned an outing to a bowling alley in Williamsburg long before the storm was predicted, so out I went.
The snow was simply annoying when I left the apartment- a dusting on the sidewalks, but nothing to get worked up about. But by the wee hours of Sunday morning, the snowfall and drifts meant it was impossible to walk outside without looking like an enthusiastic member of the marching band, knees up to your chest with every step.
Luckily, a friend with a Jeep gave me a ride home before dropping off two others. And even better, they waited to make sure I could get into my apartment before taking off. I couldn't. The downstairs door was frozen shut. With a well-placed kicked, Alex opened the door.
I haven't left the apartment today, and I don't plan to. From our living room window, I can tell the sidewalks and streets are clear, but there's still some nasty drifts, and I can hear the cars kick up the slush. I doesn't take long for snow to get ugly.