My mistake was looking out over the balcony and seeing the wind whip our power lines like kite string.
That made me worry just that much more that our banished guinea pig Fluffy might not survive the night, especially if the power went out — rendering his new heating pad and heated water bottle useless. I tend to think in terms of worst case scenarios (It’s a blessing and a curse).
Plus, I was thinking — if the wind is freaking me out, it must be terrifying for our little guy.
So, I suited up and headed out to bring him back inside for the duration of the storm. I’m glad I did too.
After shoveling my way to the garage, I realized that somehow, one of our garage doors popped open (or never fully closed). I shoveled about 2.5 feet of snow out from behind the van before the door would lock into place.
It hasn’t snowed that much, but the drift down the alley is pushing the snow snug up against the garages, especially the ones on the east side.
Virtual Farmgirl 