Winter really isn’t my best season. (Though colorwise — remember when knowing your color “season” was good for picking what colors to select for your wardrobe? Okay, guys, this was more a gals interest in the 80s or 90s. (Yes, I’m a winter when choosing COLORS only!) Mentally and physically I’m all about summer and even spring and fall on good days. Winter is tolerable and best when my husband is around.
A halleluia of choruses to hubby for answering my call (more like me ringing the doorbell frantically for a few minutes until he appeared at door) and helping me get out of the driveway. Or, really the snowdrift BESIDE the driveway this morning. It took like 20 minutes of maneuvering with us both taking turns shifting from REVERSE to FIRST GEAR. Joe would push the back of the useless vehicle while I’d bemoan the fact my tires were burning rubber on the d**mned ice. Finally after realizing that Katie would not be making it to her morning gymnastics class, Joe took the wheel and I sat on the hood in front on the driver’s side where the wheel was spinning like we were watching Rumpelstiltskin weave snow into silk.
Perhaps the ice gave away finally or maybe it was my added weight to the front, but Joe was able to back out through a snowdrift higher than our four-year-old. (Guessing only.) He drove the minivan around the block and right back into the garage, where I want it to stay til spring.
I hacked at some ice a few hours later near the driveway and street, watching a red truck with a snowplow go by at least four times (without stopping to volunteer to clear our driveway, alas). That job lasted all of 15 minutes before I realized the heavy-duty green snow shovel had a split right down the middle. We were using it to pry under my van’s wheel earlier, so that might be part of the problem.
For my next snow feat I think I’ll knock down some icicles (while wearing a football helmet and googles, naturally.)