Until the Ice Age hit in December, I had a special contempt for local weather forecasts.
In winters past, every flurry was a potential Blizzard of í78, with on-camera reporters hustling out to Worcester so they could do stand-ups by the highway showing the first flakes falling.
What nonsense, I would mutter at the screen, we live in New England. It snows!
OK, now I am paying a little more attention to our local weather forecasters Ė and a lot more attention to the toll storm after storm has taken on my Natick fixer-upper.
The biggest hit so far: The gutter completely froze and the down spout detached from the side of our house. For a while it looked like some strange, twenty foot high ice sculpture rising from strangely from our yard. Then yesterday it keeled and over fell into the snow, disappearing under three to four feet of the white stuff.
My wife, Karen, who is more conscientious about these things, feels especially humiliated. I typically have my head in the clouds or in front of a keyboard, so I didnít really get up to speed until my good wife roused me back to domestic reality.
If thatís it, then I guess I am lucky. When we renovated our Natick fixer-upper back in 2008, our contractor put a new roof in. Good thing, for the old one was porous enough for the neighborhood squirrels to crawl through into our attic.
So how is your house holding up during this crazy winter? Ready to move to Florida yet?
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