I left work a little early (around 4:30 p.m.) on Tuesday to try and make it home before the snow got really bad; this was too late.
Most of my drive is on Highway 97 which had slowed to around a 50 km/h crawl.
Before going home, my wife and I had to pick up the baby at my in-laws, who had babysat him. Their driveway is about six kilometres long and they don’t leave their ranch all that often. When they do, it’s not necessarily out of their driveway.
Consequently, while there’s some importance placed on clearing on our driveway, plowing their driveway is considered more optional. Obviously, despite studded tires and four-wheel drive, we failed to make it over one of the hills.
Even better, we got stuck on the piece without cell phone service.
Luckily, I had started the day well prepared, expecting lots of snow, wearing knee-high winter boots. However, when I left the office I forgot to put them back on.
When I got out to push, my pants were quickly soaked up to the knees. We finally made it far enough to be back in cell phone service and called in for tractor backup.
We finally made it, had a bite to eat and went home (we arrived at about 8:30 p.m.).
Earlier, Tuesday morning, the toaster handle had gotten stuck against a pot. We had noticed it before we left, but not before it filled the whole house with smoke.
Somewhat worrying, even though we had just replaced the batteries in the fire alarms, none of them went off. When we came home the whole house still smelled of burned toast.
As an added bonus, the dog who had been left alone way longer than anticipated had displayed her frustration by spreading laundry across the house and leaving a substantially sized poop in the baby’s room.
At the very least, we’d gotten a load of firewood dropped off during the day, which was good as we were down to what was less than 24 hours worth of it (although we do have some other heating options).
I think the main takeaway here is pretty clear. If you burn your toast in the morning, it’s probably not your day and your best course of action is in all likelihood to go straight back to bed.
Or at least, that’s what I’m taking away from it.