Mr P and the Snowy Days

Mr.P. can be such a hard taskmaster. I came home from the office way early because of snow (more on that in a minute), grabbed some homemade chili out of the freezer to heat for lunch, got it on, sat down to read and fell asleep. Woke up in about 45 minutes. Whoa. Past lunch. Me to Mr.P. "Did you know I was asleep?"
"No. I knew you were in your chair. I hoped you were blogging. You haven't blogged in days."
"You just want to read how much I love you. When I'm with you every day I'm sort of blogless."
So, I have to write in the blog. Such a taskmaster.

Last Wednesday they started with the THE SNOW IS COMING stuff. Since we've been in a drought cycle there hasn't been a lot snow the last few years and Mr.P. who is from the far north has come to see us as a snowless place. This is really not so. We got the 20 plus inches before Christmas and this Saturday we got over nine. Friday we beavered around and got in whatever we would need for a few days housebound since when it snows here navigation gets tough. We live 12 miles from town on narrow, winding mountain roads that are beautiful but dangerous. Frankly, they are kind of a way to sort people out. If they come and whine about the road, they probably are not going to really last as friends. So as CDuckster said (see below) we got snowbound. (BTW, CD, I also thought it would be fun if we were snowbound together on Saturday.)

The snow started late Friday and by Saturday morning we had a healthy 6-7 inches. The temp dropped and we really settled in. By late Saturday afternoon a one or two folks--mainly with bigassed 4WD pickups-- had ventured out. I had spent the day cleaning ashes out of the big fireplace, cleaning out some storage drawers, making spaghetti sauce and reading. Mr.P. was without his paper and no sudoku (he prefers the one in the paper) and was watching news and weather. No Five Guys for him.

Sunday the roads were still not plowed. Mr.P. voyaged out to the mail box to look for the Sunday paper. Nada. I had put on a pot roast and was reading. Now, I will confess I was getting restless but really only because there was so much I needed to get done at the office. First of the month stuff not to mention February 1 and W-2s. I had left that unfinished on Friday to get things together to be snowbound. In addition, we are into our annual fundraiser which required me getting some photographs together and an article written for two papers. I wanted the roads plowed to guarantee a quick exodus on Monday AM. Mr.P. had no Sunday sudoku.

Monday, I waited until it was above freezing and left in the Jeep. Four wheel all the way. After the first five miles the roads were better but not great. Today, I got in and had my stuff nearly finished when Mr.P. ,who I wanted to come in and have lunch with me at one of our favs Jr's (http://www.salsjr.com/), called and said.
"It supposed to snow two more inches. I am not going any where and I want you to come home"
"OK. Let me just finish up a few things here and then I'll come"
"Call me when you leave so I know."
"OK"
By the time I get out of the office 45 minutes later the streets in town are covered and I know that our roads are going to be worse. I get out of town, I'm in four wheel and have dropped down to second gear. Chugging along, no one else around. I'm really beginnng to enjoy myself. The road looks more like a trail through the trees and I'm wanting a camcorder on the hood and just generally getting into the scene when I come on this little pickup barely moving along. He has mud flaps with 4x4 on them which says to me has four wheel. He's riding the brake and I keep thinking why doesn't he put it in four wheel and down shift. Then we come to the corners. This is a series of hairpin turns that we will be going up. He starts up and the next thing I know he's driving up sidewise. I move as far to the right as I can without falling into the ravine,but keep moving, trying to stay out of his was and still not get stuck. Then here comes a bigassed truck down. They see what is happening and back up. Finally, the guy makes it to the top. I come up behind and roll down the window. "Doesn't he have four wheel?" The woman driving the other truck goes "Guess not." I say "Oh crap." She grins and says "You're going to have a lot of fun."
(Do you see a glimmer of Mountain Woman here.)

I finally get home. Mr.P. is relieved. I say to him "I think you are tired of being snowbound." He says "No but if I have to be snowbound I want to be snowbound with you here." Can't beat that.