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It was bitterly cold outside today, barely passing 0F/-18C with wind chills between -10 and -30F (-23 to -34C) here in the valley. Bobby showed me a picture this morning of a whiteboard at Jay Peak, warning staff that wind chills on the mountain were -58F/-50C!

Of course, he went up anyway and rode for about two hours and came home with some frostnip on his nose. There was a sign at the top of the lift, announcing that temperatures in the waterpark were 100F warmer than on the mountain.

We were almost completely without snow thanks to the springlike weather at the start of February break but got a surprise few inches the other morning--enough to make things pretty again. However, the lack of snow also means a lack of insulation around the house, so we came home from a Vermont Family Theater performance of Into the Woods tonight to find we didn't have water because the pipe running from the well into the house had frozen. This happened once before, and Bobby crawled under the house (not as weird as it sounds if you remember we live in a mobile!) and warmed the pipe with a space heater, and we were fine again within minutes. This was New Years Eve, and our friends that night teased us that we'd earned another stripe as Vermont residents by having to thaw our pipes with a space heater. Tonight, it was much colder and windier and without that helpful layer of insulating snow, and our little heater just ain't cuttin it.

Bobby just got off the phone with the plumber, who told him that we're the eighth call tonight from a mobile with frozen pipes, and he's gotten two calls from people whose oil tanks have frozen. He says we'll be fine till he gets a heater free to come thaw us out; we just won't have running water (we have filtered water in the fridge, so we have water to drink and for the Goldens); such is life sometimes when you live on a well.

However, of course, as soon as I heard that, my hands felt dirty and wanted washing.

We're under a winter storm watch for the middle of next week. If we're going to have the bitter cold, I'd rather have the snow as well. Bobby's hoping for it, of course. But we've learned since living here that the weather prediction is far less reliable than in Maryland, so we'll have to wait and see. The snowfall the other night was not predicted; everyone was surprised to wake up and find the world blanketed in white again. Since they're saying we could get a lot out of this thing next week, we'll probably get almost nothing.

I can hear the wind outside right now, howling like a ghost.
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Date: 2017-03-12 04:13 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] metamorphage
We might get a REAL SNOWSTORM tomorrow night! Our snow total this year so far is less than 1", so I am pretty super excited. Keeping my fingers crossed!

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Date: 2017-03-13 11:42 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] facetiousfutz
If we get buried in snow as predicted tomorrow then I hope my boss at Jay Peak lets us stay home on Wednesday. Last time it snowed like that I barely got my car up the mountain, and my fiance and I were stuck there overnight. We got maybe two hours of sleep a pop in the family room. Not fun. Also, that's roughly around the time I got my sinus infection, which I STILL HAVE a month later. Ugggh!

Another town, where I come from in Connecticut, is under a blizzard warning. Weather predictions aren't reliable there either, but I hope it happens, because my mom is super excited for it.

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