Thursday, February 21, 2013
A Winter Storm Update or Next Time I'm Taking Your Keys
I told her all day yesterday to put in for vacation. I told her all night last evening to not go in. I stayed up late making sure the fires burned nice and warm and then when I rolled out of bed at 7:30 expecting to see her at her computer I wake up to a cold furnace and the sound of sleet hitting the windows.
"Well it wasn't snowing when I left" was the reply I got when I finally got her on the phone.
"Can you come get me?" was the tearful next question.
As you nice readers know I had already planned on that eventuality. I knew this was going to happen. The wife indulges my prepping. She happily goes along with my reloading, sustainable projects, bees, sheep, barns and land. She told me my farm truck was an old PoS and scoffs at my suggestion of a small tiller for the 9N as being too much money. She dreams and schemes for hours about the McMansion we are going to build in the Hay Field, and we will build it I promised her we would. Yet, Mrs. PP really isn't a prepper and deep down she thinks my theories of doom and collapse are silly just as she thought my predictions of bad weather this morning were silly over worrying.
You should see her poo poo my suggestion of a concrete house and safe room or metal roof.
On the way home, after I made her praise the PoS four wheel drive loudly until I was satisfied, we hit the worst driving conditions I have ever had the misfortune to be out in. Total white out conditions. The windshield was freezing up so bad I had to find a place to pull off and clean the wipers every two miles or so and I couldn't tell the road from the ditch unless there happened to be mailboxes up. Visibility was at best 20 to 30 feet tops even with a newly cleaned windshield. It took over an hour to drive 20 miles and half a tank of gas.
As I type this I am finally getting the house once again back into the 70's now that the furnace is going full blast again. The dogs have been taken out and I had to clear a path for the little one to even manage to go. The stray barn dog has managed to finaggle (It's a word I swear) his way into the house as he is mildly afraid of the thunder and looked so sad standing out there at the door covered in snow I couldn't throw him back out. As I mentioned the thunder is pounding and my internet is going out intermittently as well.
I am now taking suggestions on suitable spousal punishment. She was complaining that her feet were frost bitten (she exaggerates a bit) by the time we got home and I threatened to make her stay in the barn :)
On second thought the drive home was enough that maybe she learned one small lesson but when the SHTF she maybe the death of me yet. She never listens.
Keep Prepping Everyone!!!