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My cousin who moved back home after spending 35 years away from Fairfield – a good portion of them in South Dakota – told me this morning that our blizzard reminded her of those in the Plains state except that a storm like this one occurs every other week there.
No thank you. As far as I’m concerned, I’m done with winter.
The 50-plus-mph winds shook my house during the early morning hours, forcing me to get no sleep. Seriously, I was afraid the big poplar tree behind my garage and over my bedroom was going to crash in on me and my frozen body wouldn’t be found for days.
I was not one of the 1,200 United Illuminating customers who lost power (knock on wood), and for once, my cable was not affected. Kudos to the Fairfield Department of Public Works. Crews have been sanding and plowing since late Sunday afternoon, as well as overnight. I live on the Fairfield-Bridgeport line; Bridgeport hasn’t even bothered yet to send a truck. Oh, wait, I did see one plow pass through Sunday afternoon when we were experiencing only flurries. Cars are moving on my street, although slowly. In the early a.m. I did hear a snowmobile or similar-type vehicle race up my street.
The sky has some blue, so that’s encouraging, but the wind is still howling. And now the sun is out!
I see few of my neighbors shoveling. I am about to trudge out to the end of my driveway and flag down a private plow or wait until some enterprising young men or women come by looking for work. Boy, have I got a job for them!
If you travel on this day, be safe. If you don’t need to, stay home. Find a good movie to watch or a good book to read. Tomorrow should be better.

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