We don’t get snow here in DC. Something about where we are geographically, the combination of proximity to water and not quite south or north, gives us a perfect scenario for what meteorologists lately refer to as ice pellets or freezing rain.
It was sleeting at 4:39 this morning. How do I know? I was awake. More, though, I was lulled back to sleep by the quiet tink, tink, tink of ice against the housing of the window air conditioner. Shoveling wasn’t so much shoveling as chopping, pushing, and trying not to slip and fall.
By noon we still hadn’t seen a salt truck despite assurances from the Mayor’s Call Center that trucks were “out in the neighborhoods” but after two hours of 50lb loads of what was essentially crushed ice I sort of felt like I was trapped in a giant daiquiri machine.