Nemo
Here’s what our weekend looked like thanks to Nemo. We weren’t hit very hard compared to my family further east. My mother was without power for 49 hours, and spent the majority of that time curled up under down and flannel sheets with her Irish Setter for warmth. (My dad works in Boulder, CO during the week and this was one of the weekends when he was not home with mom. Of course! When one needs body heat!). My father relayed that my mother had texted that she was adorned in “2 ntgowns, leggings, a pashmina, gloves and a wool sweater of Wes’. At Kimmy’s behest she added a fur cape of Momo’s and an old Brooks Brothers “deerstalker” hat of granddad’s.” I wish I had photographic proof of that vision! Fortunately, Kimmy drove to her house with five dudes in tow to shovel her out, but, in typical Allison fashion, she decided that she didn’t want to leave the frozen tundra of her home because she had not been able to shower in two days and felt “too grubby” for public consumption. And that, ladies and gentleman, sums up Momar. Fortunately, the power is back and Allison is thawing out.
For us Carts, life on the farm was relatively unaffected save for some soggy dogs and outerwear.
