noun - the irony of a situation PARADOX, incongruity, incongruousness
Sunday, March 1, Brandon and I finished our drive across 2/3 of the country. According to our travel orders, the shortest distance between Springville and Arlington is 2185. We did not take the shortest route, but instead took a victory tour, stopping in Rock Springs, WY (for the night), Omaha, SW Missouri, Nashville, and Raleigh.
Our drive haven taken place in February, we skirted some snow storms, but never ran into snow. Until Sunday, on our last leg of the journey, 90 miles outside DC. Luckily, we drove through the snow.
But then it caught up with us. So on Monday, March 2, Brandon's first day of work when he had to be in downtown DC at 7:45 in the morning, we woke up to 5 inches of snow on the ground, with more coming down.
For those of you who have never lived in the not-north east, 5 inches is a lot of snow. Unlike Utah where nothing bats an eye until at least 2 feet are dropped at once, out here 1/2 inch is enough to paralyze the city. Nobody has school, nobody goes to work, and everyone pulls out their snowboots (which are still in an unknown location, packed in a box) and goes out to play. Except Brandon.
Sometime back when this scenario had played itself out (with less snow), work was cancelled. But not on Monday, due to some changes in the way things are done around here. So we all piled into the car, wading through the snow with our two little girls, and drove to the nearest Metro stop to drop Brandon off. It was a good thing, with all of the snow, that his nice new warm overcoat is in the same box in the same unknown location with everyone's snow boots and coats.
So on Monday afternoon, after his first day of work was done, Brandon got to enjoy an hour of freezing weather while he waited for me to find that I had missed all of his calls to my cell phone (at $1 a call) because our phone line wasn't (and still isn't) working.
And neither was (or is) our landlord's on Sunday night when we came into town. It's a good thing that they live in the same neighborhood and I found the address on our lease agreement.
But I suppose we can't complain. We live in a house that's at least 3 or 4 times larger than our last one. Brandon can walk to work (now that it's in its normal location). I haven't had to cook for almost a month (because all of our pots and pans are hiding with the snow boots and coat). Our neighbors are all very kind. We didn't have to wake up until six o'clock this morning. And Brandon won't need his coat soon anyway - the forecast calls for 68 and sunny on Saturday.