When I said I wanted 2017 to be a year of adventure, this isn’t the kind of adventure I was thinking of having.
From the National Weather Service:
DEPENDING ON YOUR LOCATION WITHIN THE WARNING AREA, EXPECT 8 TO 16 INCHES BETWEEN 5500 AND 7000 FEET AND 12 TO 24 INCHES ABOVE 7000 FEET. IN GENERAL…ONLY LIGHT SNOW IS EXPECTED OVER THE LOWER ELEVATION AREAS OF PRESCOTT THROUGH FRIDAY WITH THE HEAVIEST SNOW FRIDAY NIGHT. HIGHER ELEVATION REGIONS OF PRESCOTT SOUTH AND WEST OF DOWNTOWN WILL RECEIVE HEAVY SNOW AT TIMES THROUGH THE ENTIRE EVENT. CONSULT POINT SPECIFIC FORECASTS AT: WEATHER.GOV/FLAGSTAFF.
Doggone it, I moved an hour and a half south to Prescott to escape massive snow events.
Okay, I really moved for my job … but I certainly hoped I wouldn’t have to see this much snow at once anymore.
I do not do well in snow — and I blame my mother, who would have turned 73 yesterday if she were still with us. Right after I learned to drive, the days it snowed were the only days Mom made me ride the school bus. Consequently, I never really learned to drive on snow/ice.
Yes, I’m 40-plus years old and have had ample opportunities to attempt winter driving. However, when I lived in Flagstaff, I was a short walk from my office, so when the skies dumped snow, I bundled up and hoofed it to work. (My editor or one of the other page designers always ran me home at the end of the night.)
So I still try not to go anywhere when the roads are crap. Luckily, I’m off on Friday and Saturday, so I shouldn’t have to drive in the brunt of this storm … But the forecast will keep me from planting my butt in a chair at Starbucks, where I can log massive writing time.
Good thing I have a Keurig at home. Also good, there’s a clear spot on my kitchen table. I’ve been trying to prep a place where I can sit and write so I don’t have to spend so much money at Starbucks every week.
*Gasp* I can’t believe I said that. Blasphemy!
It’s also part of my attempt to finally settle in at my place. I moved in there in early May 2015 and STILL have packed boxes in the living room.
Remember what I said yesterday about there always being something better to do than cook? The same thing applies to unpacking.
I’ll even go a step further: I’d rather go to the dentist than unpack a box. Yes, it’s that bad. There’s a reason I only move a couple of times a decade.
It also doesn’t help that I went from having two bedrooms, a good-sized shared kitchen and living room to having a small-ish one-bedroom bungalow. (It’s cuter than cute, but there’s barely enough room to turn around in the kitchen — and there’s very little in the way of counter space.)
But I’ve probably used the size, or lack thereof, as an excuse long enough. It’s long past time to declutter and settle in.
Ha! If I’m snowed in at my place Friday and Saturday, I’ll have the perfect opportunity to do exactly that.
Too bad that’s still not the adventure I had in mind …