Intact. No collapsed roof. No snowdrifts (at least inside the store…). One of the basic rules of physics states that books and water don’t mix, so I worry about those ice-related roof leaks dripping water onto a Charles Dickens first edition.
Charles survived, just fine.
And just when you think you have it mastered: I got stuck right in front of the house this morning, where the ruts in the slush were so deep and hardened that the tires just bounced off. Couldn’t turn out of the rut. It was a ‘dig out with a shovel job,’ and the snow was so hard it had to be hacked away.
I’ve just about recovered from last week’s shoveling exercise, and it reassures me once again why I prefer life in Oklahoma. Snow? Every once in awhile – and if you live long enough, you may encounter more than enough at a single event. Those of you who are younger are now ‘pre-disastered,’ and can likely go the rest of your lives without running into another Oklahoma snowstorm like this one.
Little consolation considering more is predicted for Wednesday…
The bookstore is open today, though. Come get’em while they’re hot!