I'm Not in Kansas Anymore (Or Alabama, or Tennessee, or ANY Place SANE)

Good Grief, Toto, let's get the heck out of this weird place, whatever it is. I now know how Dorothy felt when her house was being moved up and around by the wind. On Wednesday we had yet ANOTHER blizzard. I have lost track. I was in my teeny, tiny little house listening to the wind SCREAM. Literally, it sounded like people screaming. It was the most unnerving thing I have ever experienced. Then, the wind started to pick up. I think the top speed was something like 78mph. I started hearing strange noises. Imagine, if you can, the sound of a gigantic metal butterfly flapping by your house. That's what I heard. It was pieces of metal roofing that had been ripped off in the wind and taken flight for their maiden (and hopefully last) voyage. I only wish that I could describe to you that noise. I can replicate it with sounds, but I can't for the life of me figure out how to write those sounds out. All night long, I heard things go flying by. It was like being in a torndao that lasted ten hours. When I went to work the next day, there was a very large piece of metal sticking out of the snow in front of my house. I had my camera, but it was just too cold to stop long enough to take a picture.
Fast forward two days. It's Friday and we are having ANOTHER BLIZZARD. I know you think I am exaggerating. I assure you---I'm not. Check with the national weather service. Our house sounded like it was being attacked by giant hammers. I lay in the bed waiting to get the call that school was cancelled. No call came. It was almost 7:45 (we have to be at work at 8:30) so I called somebody to find out if maybe we just missed the call. The person I called said that the principal had decided that the kids wouldn't have to come to school BUT THAT WE WOULD WORK!!!!! Are you freaking kidding me? I wouldn't even send somebody ELSE's dog out in this weather. I decided to call the school for myself. The principal answered. I asked, "What's the deal with school?" She said that she had decided that the kids wouldn't come but we would have a workday. Now, did I mention already that there was a BLIZZARD???????? So, I put on as much gear as I could find and walked out the door. Somebody check my sanity....because this is NUTS!!!! I was up to my thigh in snow before I was five feet from my house. It took me about fifteen minutes to get here (yes, I said HERE like as in I am at school). This is normally about a three minute walk. Can you tell that I am less than happy with this whole situation. On top of the BLIZZARD, I have a sore throat, a cough, and I think I am coming down with the flu, but by golly, I am here. What am I doing??? Gee, looks like I am writing this blog. See, work days aren't any good to people like me. I keep all my work, I don't know, CAUGHT UP so there is nothing for me to do on these days. We are going to have "meetings" at 10:00 and a math inservice this afternoon. The meetings will probably do me NO good, and well, I just don't teach math so I will be "working" some more. I might as well be sitting on the moon for all the good this "workday" is going to do me. At least I wouldn't have to worry about being blown across the Tundra if I were sitting on the moon.
I can see a window from where I am sitting on my computer. Do you know what I see out that window?? White. That's it...WHITE. No village, no houses, no nothing (pardon the double negative, but sometimes you have to sacrifice correct grammar for the sake of making a point). And I WALKED to work in this. Somebody examine my head. I definitely am NOT in Kansas, or any place remotely sane anymore.
Wondering what kind of maniac I am.
Debbie