What a day! It started off simply enough. I got up early to dig out the cars from the weekend’s snowstorms. I had dug out one car after the first storm, so it was fairly easy to dig out the second time. However, the second car had been buried by both storms.

Kim took Fiona down to the bus stop, but the bus did not come. She called me and I checked online. Two-hour delay. That shouldn’t have been a problem, but I was supposed to take my two older daughters to the post office, where they were supposed to meet their mother so we could get them passports. We rescheduled this for a little bit later. At the Post Office, there were all kinds of minor complications, and addressing the complications ended up taking close to an hour and a half.

Then to make things more complicated, my car got stuck in the parking place. With a little shoveling, pushing and rock salt, I finally got out. Mairead and I went to do a little bit of our final Christmas shopping and had a nice lunch together at a Thai restaurant in New Haven. During the lunch, we got a phone call that Fiona’s afternoon bus had been cancelled. Apparently, there had been a bad accident on our street and our street was blocked off.

This led to a long chain of frantic phone calls as we tried to rearrange schedules, get details about the accident, and whether or not we could get to our home, make sure that it wasn’t a neighbor that was in the accident, and so on.

As best as I can tell, from various stories that I’ve heard, is that a snow plow hit a propane tank and there was a leak, or at least the fear of a leak, and the fire department shutdown the area to make sure everything was safe.

I got home, long enough to drop off Mairead and then head up to pick up Fiona. Now, the day is waning. I’ve done lots of shoveling and running around, but very little else. Fortunately, everyone seems to be safe and secure now, and I can start to catch up on some of the other things I needed to get done today.