Well, it’s almost 1:30p on Saturday and the snow continues to fall – heavily – in the nation’s capital. DC estimates are at two feet already and it doesn’t look like the end is anywhere in sight.
For an idea of what the snow is like on Capitol Hill, here are some pictures of HC shoveling.
First, some views from the backyard.
Why does HC have a ladder out, you might be asking yourself. Well, the gigantic and lovely tree in our yard has been drooping under the weight of this heavy snow. Drooping branches are bad for two reasons: 1) a branch could break, which is bad for the tree and bad if it falls on someone’s car or head; and 2) there are cable lines, from our house and our neighbors’ houses, running through our yard and through the tree to the pole in the alley. The snow is weighing down the branches, causing these wires to get taut.
Now, maybe it’s just me, but the idea of being snowed in for days – which we will be, because this is DC and nothing moves all that quickly around here – without cable OR the interweb could lead me to flee the homestead. Not that there’s anywhere to go. Not much is open around here. I guess I can flee to Dupont and stalk MJ at that snowball fight she might be heading to.
But I digress.
Here’s more on the tree and HC working away.
The picture above kills me. No, not because I couldn’t get WordPress to cooperate and rotate it for me – tho that was mucho annoying. But because this photo captures a truism about my relationship with HC.
As he was out there shoveling and shaking that tree like a crying baby (fuck you, bad jokes are REQUIRED today), I tried not to offer too much advice. I mean, I can’t even help him because I am with child. So standing inside the warm house with a cup of tea, yelling out advice periodically, seemed like the type of thing that could send HC right over the edge. For once, I decided not to push his buttons. Instead, I just watched HC through the window, as asked, so that I could call for help if he fell off the ladder or electrocuted himself.
But you know, I couldn’t really help myself. I mean, I have a different vantage point and, let’s face it, I am a problem solver. This is what I do. So how could I not try to offer some advice, right? But I had to be diplomatic and gentle about it.
Me (from the back door, yelling out to HC, who is covered with snow): I don’t think it’s working.
HC: I know.
Me: Do you think it might help to stand on the ladder and poke at the snow with the shovel?
HC (growing testy, to say that least): No, Casey, it wouldn’t.
Me: Okay. (I go back inside, close the door, and go back to my window perch. A few minutes later, I opened the door again and called out to HC): It’s still not working.
HC: Yeah, I know.
Me: Are you sure it wouldn’t help to use the shovel to push some of the snow off the branches?
HC (very testy): NO. Casey. It. Wouldn’t.
At that point, I knew that any more pushing and he might crack. So I went back inside, watched a little of the news, and then went back to the window about five minutes later. What did I find? That’s right, HC on the ladder poking at the branches to push off the snow. It was at that point that I went to get the camera and snapped the picture above.
For the record, my theory didn’t produce much better results that HC’s shaken tree limb approach. But that’s not the point. The point is that, for HC, I’m always wrong. Period. He’s never heard a suggestion of mine that he thought was a good one. And he’d NEVER give me the satisfaction of even toying with the idea that I could have a good idea. That is, until I walk away or drop the issue. Then he has a stroke of genius – my idea – which he begins to implement. Sometimes the stroke of genius comes some time later after someone else tells him the very idea I had and now the other person is a genius and I’m still pretty useless. We play this game almost daily, and no, it’s not very fun. But it’s only Day One of our house arrest, so I’m not going to make a big deal of it. Other than here, that is.
Below are pictures from the front door.
Please keep in mind that IT’S STILL SNOWING. Very. Hard. Cars are completely covered now. You can barely tell that there are cars parks on the street.
HC wants to go for a walk. I’ll let you know how that goes.