We knew we were going to get some atypical weather this week. But on Sunday, I wasn't all that worried about it. We had enough food for both of us for the week. I was on call and had to work a bit on both Saturday and Sunday, but Hubby made sure I got there safely and back.
I even cooked us a great meal on Sunday - pork schnitzel, homemade mac and cheese, pintos. We had a light dusting of sleet. No biggie. Not worried.
This scene looks like a broken arm.
I woke up suddenly on Monday at 3:30 a.m. Maybe it was just too quiet outside. Snow had started up.
By the morning it was apparent. Lots of snow.
People in Central Texas don't know how to handle snow. Roads aren't built for it, and Austin has lots of hills and overpasses. The houses aren't built for temps in the single digits. We have lots of trees, which means that snapping branches down power lines. Rolling outages stretch into days because the power goes offline for so long. Pipes burst. People can't get to work, so grocery stores close.
It was un-naturally bright outside all day.
Somewhere under there we have steps leading out to a driveway that we are definitely not going to leave.
Nope.
I stayed inside and stitched all day on Monday, then Firstborn and LA arrived, having made a trek from Round Rock. They had no power and no water - we have both, and warm beds to boot. Then Tuesday dawned with more of the same, and I was not about to die trying to make it into work.
As of this writing, Wednesday is anyone's guess.
Firstborn and LA will be here at least two more days as Williamson County is shutting off water and there is no electricity. The Girl lost power in Houston for several hours. Scout can't go to work since HEB is closed. Bubbie is stuck in San Marcos in student apartments where they keep getting evacuated due to burst pipes and he can't get groceries.
Are we still in 2020?
Gina