Glazing Kansas City

Well, this is the third ice storm we've endured in This Old House. I had really hoped to be in a nice, new house with underground power lines, much smaller trees and a nice, two-car garage by the time this happened again, but, well, you can't always get what you want.

Last night, we covered the windshields. The Explorer was treated to a bath towel and a Christmas-themed plastic tablecloth.  The Geo got an old bedsheet.  We'll see which surface did better. Film at 11.

So far, I can't complain because we have power.  The last two times this happened, we would have lost it at least once by now.  We were treated to some fabulous light shows last night as tranformers around the metro went up in a burst of  blue light.  If you've never heard it, an arcing power line sounds a little like the end of the world. And seeing blue lights on the horizon in a densely-populated area is just plain scary.  But it's morning now, and miraculously we are still here.

Later today when the little angel takes her afternoon nap, we'll go outside and attempt to hack into our cars.  Looking out, I can see that the windshield-covering devices have been sealed in, Minority-Report-style.  I bought some wicked-cool car scrapers yesterday - one can even be extended for better leverage - so I have high hopes we'll be able to get the doors open in under an hour.  You may think I am kidding. I am not.

So...here's to hoping the lights stay on.  Here's to being so very fortunate they are, and the house is still here, and everyone is okay.