Out of control.
The snow wasn't the worst part. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were all pretty standard snow days. And with Tom home (love being married to an educator,) he was happy to take the kids out to build snowmen and go sledding. (And Lou is totally faking that sad face in the second pic.)
But Thursday it started with the freezing rain. As in, it rains, but freezes the minute it touches anything. So everything (cars, houses, trees, everything) is covered in a sheet of ice.
All that ice makes trees heavy.
And sometimes when the break, they take out power lines.
We were doing well, and more or less kept our power until Thursday night. Many people lost it before then (some as early as Tuesday), so we were counting our blessings.
But our luck ran out Thursday evening as I was cooking dinner. It was close enough to done that we ate it anyway and went to bed. The next morning the house was freezing. By which I mean it was 56 degrees. I was ready to leave (Tom's parents still had power and my parents have a generator). Tom wanted to stick it out, since the power could come back anytime, but by three that afternoon, I convinced him to abandon that hope. After all, PSE officials were estimating that it would be into the next week before power was restored to everyone. We packed up and drove north around 4, making sure to turn everything off, so if the power did come back on we wouldn't be wasting electricity.
As can be expected, our power came back on before 7 that night (Tom called, and our answering machine picked up-that's how we knew it was back). As the kids were already on their way to bed, we stayed the night, and planned to come home after lunch.
And as usual, it was a little later than that by the time we got on our way, and when we came home, I opened the door to the light on in the laundry room (it has two switches, so you can never be sure if it's on or off) and a smoky smell.
The kitchen fan was on, the burner (where I had been cooking dinner Thursday night) was red hot and our stove looked like this.
Tom had emptied our food scraps container and it had gotten set on the cold stove instead of being put away. We had added several things to it, and now all that was left was melted plastic, charred orange peel and ashes.
We opened doors and windows to get rid of the smoky smell, all the while thanking our Maker for sparing our home.