Many thanks for your concern over the weekend's big blow. Things began to heat up - snow-wise and windwise - Friday afternoon. The snow began falling in earnest here on Cape Cod at around sunset (not that we could see the sun setting ... ) and the winds picked up to howling through the night. We lost power about 9:30, in the midst of a rather bad movie called "The Perfect Family." Went to bed, dragged a couple of blankets over us and didn't get up until about 9 the next morning, the house still without power.
I got breakfast going on the gas stove, made pasta sauce with meatballs for that evening, then finished up glazing pots in the studio. It was 49 in the studio when I went out, but firing up the kiln's six gas burners quickly had it comfortable out there. I worked there through the day, Dee wrapped herself in a wool blanket and sat on the couch reading with our cat Cleo snuggled next to her.
Meanwhile, the snow kept falling and the winds blowing until late that afternoon. Dee and I dug out the pickup. We got an offer of a heated and electrified night at the home of our friends Bob and Jo Ann, so we packed up and spent the night there. It's amazing what heat and light do for your attitude.
When we returned to our house Sunday morning, the power was back on and Cleo was hungry. We went down-Cape for lunch with Dee's 88-year-old parents, whose apartment in a retirement complex was without heat. Took them out for a warm meal and returned them to their home. We hear this morning that their power came back throughout the complex last night.
Many, many people are still without power in our town. So we're lucky. In the end, we got about two feet of snow, with drifts of course much higher. Many trees down and roads blocked.
The kiln is firing now. Should have new pots tomorrow.
The photos: Top, my side studio door during the storm, a look back from the top of the driveway to the house, the truck and station wagon before digging began, the steps to our deck. Some regular readers of the blog have actually eaten lovely summer food on that very deck. Not today.
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