That's from Saturday. "The table" had 15 inches, but the snow was blowing sideways so who knows what the true Providence total is. As you can see I measured 21" at one of the drifts, and the plow piles are over our heads. The town in CT where my aunt lives got FORTY inches--those plow piles must be huge. But according to my dad and sister, both in CT, they haven't even SEEN any plows. I guess we were lucky here in Providence, with a relatively low total, plowing done, and no power-loss. The sledding was okay, I even sledded (slad? slud?) right out the front door, since the stairs were just a smooth slope. But I sunk right into the wet, heavy snow. The shoveling took forever, and our backs are killing us. But that's northeast livin' and whatnot.

Pics from the day after the blizz:

Final shot of that table that I was using to chart the progress. Here's one that shows the before and after:




The house, looking all Day After Tomorrow-y.

The stair-hill.

Last shot of the day at sunset, with the plow piles visible. Look way in the back and you can see a guy who's, like, not as tall as the piles.