- Blogger will now allow me to post all my naked photos again.
- I have not had internet or office phone since Wednesday afternoon.
- I have gotten 1 yr older.
- We have gotten another 10 inches of that shitty white stuff.
- This weekend temps are going to be positively spring-like. (yea I may be exaggerating but it's my world and at this point the high 50's is spring like to me)
Rick kidnaped me for my birthday and gave me the day off on Wednesday.
The storm had not begun at this point. We had phone lines and internet when we left for the day. I put an out of office message on the voice mail and went out to play for the day. Unfortunately, we still have to be available for Gary if there are issues in the field but he too knew it was my birthday and was nice about that.
When we got back home we realized it was awfully quiet. I went to the office and picked up the phone and there was no dial tone. Rick tried things on his phone and we had no wi-fi. We called Verizon and they said they would send someone out on Thursday after trying a few things with them on the phone.
They called me yesterday morning at 7am to tell me someone would be here between 4-4:30p.
I knew they wouldn't be coming due to the storm because we were told by the weathermen that as the day progressed the storm would pick up. Indeed, it did.
At 3p, they called to tell me that they would not be coming. No surprise. The man from Verizon began to justify his reason. I stopped him and said, "no problem I didn't think anyone could get here today. I understand." He said I've been yelled at all day I was just expecting it." I laughed and said, "I deal with that all day too so I wouldn't do that to you," He told me they would put me first thing in the morning. I was doubtful but just said okay and thanks.
Because everyone else in town was home due to the storm I was kept busy.
This is the payback for the day before that I had off.
I had to call our office phone voicemail from my cell phone to retrieve messages.
As for all our emails, I had to use my cell's "mobile hotspot" which would allow me to connect to my tablet. So my phone has to be near my tablet to make this work. It was a bit of a crazy day, to say the least. But lucky for Rick he had 2 days off.
Verizon showed up this morning as promised and they had to give us a whole new box that was outside. I don't know what that means, but he pointed to the box attached to our garage and told me things I did not understand. He was so nice and thanked me for shoveling the area for him. I told him I'd feed him too just for giving me back the internet, phones and making my life easier. He laughed. Honestly the guys who work for Verizon are always so great, Verizon themselves not always so much.
Speaking of great guys. Yesterday I was attempting to do most of the shoveling because Rick hurt his hip. So I went out about 4 times to keep up with things. Since I've had 4 back surgeries I should not be doing this when it's really heavy. My thought was doing it a little at a time is better than after the storm is over and having a helluva lot of heavy wet snow to do.
I shoveled the front of my house where I park my car. I shoveled my neighbors on either side as well. The kids on the corner were busy moving boxes to their new house. (Horrible weather to move in that is for sure!)
You see the plow never gets remotely close to the curb. EVER. They go down the middle of the street only. Quite a weird phenom here. Rick and I are tired of driving over mounds of snow. So I shoveled to the curb. Just as I was finishing up a plow went slowly by me with a dog inside. I waved at the man and he stopped and rolled down his window. His dog was a boxer and came over top him to see me. It was so funny. He told me he had long days so he brings his dog. I liked the dog, but this guy was a big flirt. Apparently with my sunglasses on and my parka and hood up he couldn't see my turkey neck or my old lady face so he was a big ole flirt. I asked the young man if when he plows he can get to the curb instead of 6 ft from the curb for me. He said the ice there was difficult for his blade to manage. I said as I pointed to what he was referring to, "oh c'mon I'm just a weak girl and I did it. It would so help if you could continue it" He said he would "give it a go" when he makes another pass through this area.
I thanked him. I pet the dog again and off he went.
An hour later, Rick and I were trying to get our stressed out dog to poop in the snow when the man with the dog in the plow went by. Honest to God he cleared the street in front of just the 3 townhouses I had shoveled all the way to the curb. He drove by me and winked and yelled out the window - "That should do it for ya" I thanked him and off he went. Rick said, "How the hell did you get him to do that?" I told him I really didn't know. He was flirting so I went along with it, who knew? Rick told me to flash him my boobs so he would do our alley-way and driveway.
That made me laugh, of course.
The last shovel of the day was at an elderly neighbor to help her do her driveway. The people next door to her and I shoveled it for her. She had done some out in front of her house and I saw her struggling. When you are in your 70's someone should shovel for you, you know? We were all out there shoveling and bitching about the fact that this is spring damn it.
During this time, poor Rick was still trying to get Izzy to poop in the snow, in the street, anywhere, just poop! Poor thing gets so stressed when the snow is up to her belly. She has to go, she comes to get you to take her out and she tries, circles and then nope, too much snow is hitting her butt. Where she normally will go was up to her chest in snow and she runs right out of that. If it weren't so stressful on her it's damn funny to watch. This morning she finally went and oh my goodness is all I can tell you. She's been sleeping ever since. I think the whole thing exhausted her, which is funny to me. (yes, we've tried shoveling areas for her - doesn't work)
This morning the man across the street began digging out what the plow had done to him. He asked me how the hell did I get my area cleared? I didn't have the heart to tell him I was not above flashing for a plow.