Ice Storm Hijinks

 It has been a warm, dry winter in central Arkansas this year but January is always full of surprises. Last weekend, we got hit with a thinning edge of the big storm that affected so much of the rest of the country. Arkansas is not prepared for ice and predictions were dire. I stockpiled water and food and staged blankets and crates in the upstairs guest room in case we lost power and I needed to set up a warm room. Since I don't eat much processed food, I cooked for a couple of days and filled all my food containers. 

We didn't lose power or water, thankfully, but we did get hit with three separate deposits of sleet and ice. The dogs are okay with going outside on their own but when it was o'dark thirty and blowing horizontal ice, Frankie had to be pushed. They did a lot of their business directly under the deck.  

The storm had mostly finished by Sunday morning so I opened the garage door to assess the situation. I found a 2 foot tall, 3 foot tall berm of ice snugged up against the length of the garage door. I obviously wasn't getting the car out until that was gone. It took me 3 hours of shoveling to move the berm. 

 

 While I was out there, I did some exploratory chipping and shoveling a little farther out on the driveway to see what I was dealing with. It didn't look good. Since it was mostly ice, the snow shovel wasn't rigid enough. I had to stab down with a regular shovel to break it apart then use the same shovel to move the chunks.

 

The weather on Monday was clear and sunny. I waited until around noon then spent 4 hours clearing the upper half of the driveway. My driveway is long with a slope to the street. This took another 4 hours of work with the regular shovel. The ice was too thick and the chunks were too heavy to move with the snow shovel. It was quite tedious. I finished the job on Tuesday and spread some grit I had left over from my wall projects on the remaining patches of ice. The street was still impassable but that was going to take more than my efforts to resolve.  

 

The fox terriers were running around in the backyard across the top of the ice like Legolas from LOTR, leaving no footprints. We went out every afternoon and played fetch with a tennis ball. It was very cold but sunny and clear. 

With time, the ice compacted down to a glass-smooth surface. So yesterday, when Frankie blasted down the deck stairs and headed out to make her usual perimeter run, she slipped and fell on her side. She had a lot of momentum and started sliding across the sort-of flat middle part of the yard, bounced off the top of a rock wall (I thought for sure she would fall over the edge), and finally slid to a stop against a tree. She easily covered 50-60 feet on her side. She stood up, gave herself a shake then very carefully began to make her way back up to the deck stairs. Since my seat in hell is already reserved with an embossed place card, I was on the deck doubled over with laughter for the entire performance.