Emery and I are both Michigan girls transplanted to sunny southeastern Pennsylvania.  Well, it has been sunny.  In the twenty years I’ve lived here, we’ve had two major snow storms, major meaning they accumulated more than a foot of snow, and each time, within three days all the snow was gone.  Totally gone.  Nothing left.

Until this winter.

In the last three weeks, we’ve gotten three feet of snow.  The last batch had finally started melting when today’s storm came through.  Plowing was a nonstarter.  To be fair, they tried, but around here, they aren’t used to the idea of follow-up plowing.  They take off that first layer, but the bottom ice layer is left to the powers of nature and friction to deal with.  Which, to be fair, is normally a valid strategy around here, except when it’s not.

Being the cocky Michigan driver with an overly developed work ethic, I made the attempt to get to work this morning.  I have a 4WD car, and the roads I travel are all major, so I presumed they would have been well plowed.  In my mind, if I could get off my block, the rest of the trip would be a snap.  Not so much.  After three miles of sliding and drifting, and more importantly of everyone else drifting and sliding without any kind of control, I chickened out and turned home.  So now I have the day at home with kids who have missed four days of school and another eight inches of snow to be shoveled.

Emery walks to work.  Guess where she is?