I only recall one other time that I've stayed inside this house for several days without going anywhere, and that was the Snowstorm of 2011. That was about 5 days of staying inside.
That storm was far less damaging to Atlanta because it started on a Sunday, so there wasn't much traffic on the roads.
I am so glad I bought plenty of groceries the other day, and strangely glad I am not working a regular office job at the moment. I haven't had to worry about a boss wanting me to come in. The roads leading out of my neighborhood are both hills, and there are shady spots where it takes time for ice to melt. When I lived in Knoxville, which gets more snow, I did my share of slipping and sliding around on the roads, and I never want to go through that mess again.
When I had only been a paralegal a year or so we got a great snowfall one night and the next morning I thought GREAT, I can't get out, and so I can stay home today. My dad called just as I had that thought and said "I don't want you to drive in this. I am going in though, so I will come by the apartment and pick you up, so you can go on in to work." I went to work in jeans and a heavy sweater and boots, convinced he'd not be able to make it, but we got there. Some of the attorneys didn't even make it in. I was answering the phones, making coffee, doing everything plus my own work, because none of the other women were there.
My dad used to like to say "I never let the weather make my decisions for me." Mom would hear that and roll her eyes. Sometimes the weather has to dictate your decisions, even in Georgia.
My uncle Don and his wife lived here in Atlanta for about 20 years after their kids were grown, and Don lived in Marietta [north of town] and worked downtown, as an administrator at Georgia Tech. He sent me this email yesterday: