I pay $90 a month for crappy satellite internet service that as a poor peasant gardener I can't really afford. Being stuck inside in a blizzard seemed like a good time to finally get around to downgrading my service plan to the cheaper, equally crappy internet service that I had lived with just fine for many years next door. I have no cell phone. I don't have TV. I must embrace my poverty further and find more ways to cut my spending.
Three hours later after wandering blindly, online and by phone through a bureaucratic tangle that would make the Pentagon blush and being helped by three different people, I emerged defeated in my simple request. The byzantine labyrinth that is Hughes.net customer service is simply unexplainable without exhaustive contortions of the mind. The system is setup to collect your money. It is not setup to actually assist a customer. The absence of logic and coordination between the departments in the system could well be on purpose to achieve that main goal.
After that trauma, a walk through a blizzard, the raging elements of the real world, would help clear my head. And I needed to check on the progress of the house next door as it is being awakened from its winter slumber.
When conditions on the scenic byway deteriorate it is a sure sign that the blizzard is wide spread and not confined to the higher elevations along the Tennessee border. What you can't see in the picture is the wind.
It was blowing so much, the snow wasn't settling equally. There were thin places and deep drifts. These poor crocus blooms have been left exposed to the bitter winds.
The Blue Pot Art Project still stands. Behind it on the bottom left, out in the forest is the top of a cherry tree that snapped and is caught up in the neighboring trees.
The driveway next door sits at the base of a slope. It collects drifts. Most of my driveway sits on a ridge. It loses snow in raging winds.
It was easier to walk through a blizzard on the semi-plowed scenic byway than through the undulating drifts formed around trees in the forest. I needed to clear my head, not freeze to death.
Every little obstacle to the wind formed its own pattern of where the snow came to rest around it.
There are logic and patterns to be found in the raging winds of a blizzard. More than can be said for Hughes.net customer service. When I'm rested, I will try again.