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Tuesday, February 1 2011
A huge storm was headed this way from the Midwest, where the tangle of frontal systems twisted around a powerful tropical low pressure system made for an unprecedentedly complex weather map. A smaller storm passed through today before the larger storm that was to arrive tomorrow. Unfortunately for Gretchen, she was supposed to go to work at the prison both today and tomorrow. Today was actually more critical, and if she could make it in today she could probably justify not going in tomorrow. So I did what I could to make it possible for her to make it today. I dug out the Subaru, which had been on the lawn near our mountain of Silver Maple since Gretchen's birthday party. Its windshield was so jammed up with ice from melted snow that had refrozen that I destroyed the all-important driver's side windshield wiper blade trying to free it. Lacking an alternative, I ended up having to borrow a wiper blade from the Honda Civic. It turns out that the "hand" part of the blades are interchangeable between Hondas and Subarus, a standardization of the windshield wiper "wrist" attachment that I hadn't expected.
Gretchen made it down to the prison and back without incident. She said that few others had been on the road this morning and that driving conditions were much better this afternoon, corresponding with a calm between the morning storm and the one we'd be getting tonight.
The original plan for the evening was to get together with Deborah and Nancy and see Neko Case at the Bear in Bearsville, but at some point this afternoon we learned tonight's performance had been postponed "until further notice." I can't imagine Neko Case has a lot of flexibility in her schedule, so there's no telling when that's going to happen. This sucked especially hard for Deborah, who had delayed a trip to the San Francisco until the day after Neko Case, which would put her in an airport (though perhaps not an airplane) during a thundersnow of Biblical proportions.
By midnight, a light sleet was falling, though temperatures were much colder than those normally associated with sleet.


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