Last week I had an extreme case of “cabin fever” while being snowed in my home. I am certain that I was not alone in my ailment as most of the northern part of Georgia suffered the same wintery conditions as I did.
I was born and raised in Georgia and I can honestly say it has been some time since I saw ice and snow of that magnitude.
On Jan. 9, when the snow began to fall it was quite beautiful and after a few hours the entire view from the front window was a white wonderland bathed in a light purple hue.
It was lovely to look at as the light from the sky reflected off all the powder and made 12 a.m. seem as bright as day.
The initial excitement however was gone by the second day. Being unable to get out of my driveway I mentally accepted the fact that I might be there for a while.
Now I know that for some not going to work, being inside from the cold with a heater, food and a good book might sound appealing, but trust me it gets old fast.
I was constantly checking the news to look for improvements, but the temperature was staying low and the snow was getting higher. I found myself trying to imagine what it was like for men and women of the 19th century, with no local news updates, no gas heater or television or hot water.