Our washing machine began to go bad and broke, so we got a new one, only for the delivery to be delayed because of store-side incompetency, ice, etc. Our mailbox decided to bite the dust around the same time, although getting a new one was relatively simple.
The high school baseball season was slated to start last week, but our first game was sleeted out with two out in the top of the first inning. Bad conditions also forced the cancellation of a doubleheader that Saturday, which meant that our first game was last Tuesday. (We won decisively, despite the lack of practice.)
The weather has been absolutely brutal. Multiple rounds of ice left many trees weakened, including a massive Bradford Pear tree in our front yard. It was over two stories tall and was the first thing that many visitors pointed out. Key word here being "was" - three massive pieces broke off, leaving the last quarter standing. If that had collapsed, we wouldn't have a front porch. As it was, much of Tuesday was spent attempting to clear out what we could with a rather limited tool supply, so we could use the driveway.
If the downed trees were specific to our own yard, we wouldn't have had a problem getting some folks to come out and knock down the last part before it collapsed onto the house. As it was, though damage was significant in our area, we didn't lose power while the ice was knocking out lines left and right. In our city, we were in the 20% of people with power when the ice hit.
Then last night, a cold front blows through at about 60 miles an hour. The straight-line winds were knocking over more trees than the ice, and the rain was so thick I couldn't even see outside. As strange as it was, it lasted no more than about a minute, as it was a thin band and whipped right on through.
My dad and I went out and beat each other senseless at a local fencing club, then returned to find the house without any power - even though the neighborhood through the woods behind us had light. We also got into the precarious position of having had to jury-rig one of the emergency releases on the garage door during a previous inexplicable power outage, and so had to re-jury-rig it just so we could get the car in
This morning, although the power was on, we realized that the folks who had put the washer in the day before had somehow, gotten the hoses reversed; "cold" was hooked up to the hot water line and vice versa. My dad got behind the appliances with a set of tools, but despite his best efforts, water went everywhere. Fortunately our veritable towel collection was able to mop up the mess. This was later fixed after calling the store, and the tree people came out to saw up what remained of the Bradford Pear.
Long story short: if I've talked with you or promised you assistance in something over the past few weeks, then I apologize for my sudden inactivity. I've was swamped, and then swamp, quite literally, froze over.