Thirty-six inches: That’s the final tally from Maryland, where the digging out has commenced.
Adding insult to inundation, the gut rumble that started working its way through the kinfolk beginning with the brother-in-law has so far claimed 75 percent of the clan, with only Herself spared (so far).
Meanwhile, the mom-in-law’s flight back to Tennessee got croaked by the storm, so Herself the Elder is enjoying a little extra recovery time before clambering into an aluminum tube full of fresh viruses for the trip home.
This whole clusterfuck was intended to give her the chance to inspect a couple of properties with an eye toward relocating somewhere down the road.
I bet the trip made Albuquerque look like the Garden of Eden. The place has its warts like any other, but the snow rarely arrives three feet at a time and the only time anyone ever shits themselves is at the thought of living in Maryland.
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I’ve thought of going Back East, but Herself, My Version, is allergic to the places I would want to live (Adirondacks, New Hampshire, Vermont) and I am allergic to the places she would be incined to head towards, , ie. MD, DE, etc, aka the crowded Eastern Seaboard). That’s why The City Indifferent looks good.
Anything east of Colorado and New Mexico is the East Coast in my mind, not going to happen!
I retired 12 years ago. I can move anywhere I want that has a reasonable cost of living. After looking a few places, we are still here. People pay money to come here and play. Nuf said?