We're in the middle of a "blizzard" here, as anyone with any wireless communication device doubtless knows. The weather-casters have orgies for weather like this. "Bitter Cold! Huge Snowfall! ... House High Drifts!" etc., etc.
I do have an immediate complaint; I've never, ever, experienced a blizzard like the ones Laura Ingalls repeatedly describes; in 30+ years of living here. I'm sorry to say it, but I'm pretty sure Laura fudged her climate data.
Yes, it's a serious storm; life threatening; for knuckleheads, greenhorns, and the unlucky. About 20" of snow, we think; it's incredibly hard to measure with the wind moving everything. 25-40 mph winds. Dropping temps, headed for 0°F, with windchills far lower.
But, dang it- I can still see the THWASPCO, quite clearly. No chance, whatsoever, of getting lost enroute. In fact, even at the peak of the storm, I could still see the other side of the valley, 100 yards away. Sigh.
Sharon, over at her new blog address, has already posted a compleat compendium of what to do- when the power goes out- which certainly is usually the most common problem with big storms. I put up a little response in the comments there; mostly, we're snug.
There are, however, other problems storms like this can precipitate.
The cats got up on the table, and ate the butter.
Normally, they're much better behaved. Caught in the act, and ratted out by Smidgen, they were tossed, literally, out the door into a snowdrift. Ha.
In the aftermath of this financial and emotional catastrophe, it developed that the cats were, perhaps, not entirely at fault...
They were hungry. Their dry food feeder was... empty.
We failed them. Sad to say. No wonder the poor dears were breaking laws...
Ok, get the cat food and feed them.
NO CAT FOOD?????
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN??????
There is no getting out of here for several days, for sure.
As good conscientious preppers, here is fodder for squinty eyes and muttered remonstrations. "You were in town last..." "yeah, well, you emptied the last bag- why wasn't it on the list? ha?"
A failure of the process. A senescent seneschal? A charlatan chatelaine? Forgot your ADD meds didja?
The potential for violence, in a little cabin lost in the snow- is frightening.
So if you don't hear anything from us again-
Either we've all killed each other, or we've been eaten by cats.
A fearsome foreshadowing, surely, of the collapse to come.