We walked to our neighbors for dinner that night. Our street hadn't been plowed at all, and the main neighborhood street hadn't either. Church was cancelled the next day, so we got together and had a small service with people from church in our neighborhood. It reminded me of the time we went to Grandma and Grandpa Scoresby's (in Milo) and church was cancelled.
Every time we walked anywhere, people in SUVs always asked if we were stranded. Uh, no. We're walking. I even got to use my snowshoes.
Since then, we had more snow, freezing rain (the day Logan was born), another snowfall, and a really cold stretch that just ended today. Yikes.