With the threat of more snow, I longed to get out of the house. Seeing my neighbors sedan had made it to the grocery store and back I grabbed my shovel and headed to the car. Dreams of browsing Target's aisle and filling my cart with things to entertain me danced in my head.
I started the car. Step one complete.
Pulling out of the parking spot seemed easy. Then, the slipping and sliding started, but it was still OK. I was about to shout with joy until I was about the round the corner to head out into the alleyway to the street. Stopped. A huge pick-up was pulling in. So, I threw it in reverse and backed the car into the parking spot. I waited. Why weren't they pulling in? Oh, they were stuck. So, I grabbed my shovel and asked if they needed help. They were grateful.
An hour later. . . we got the pick-up out. An HOUR.
Tired and frustrated, I went back inside. Well, maybe I'll get to drive to a store by next week.
By 4:3pm, the snow had started.
*Hard to see, but the flurries just started flying in the picture above.
The 5pm reported on roofs collapsing in my neighborhood. Super. I watched a neighbor shovel his roof today and thought about doing the same. But, climbing up to a slanted roof covered in ice isn't my cup-o-tea.
I watched two snowplows come by today, about 30 minutes apart. Unfortunately, the street is so packed with ice they did little damage to it.
At 6:30pm we (I should mention Dan had been stuck in California until late Tuesday night - so I'm happy to have someone to share the days - and shoveling - with) walked to the store to stock up on a few things. In the fifteen minutes we were out we accumulated about 1/2 inch on the ground. This is not looking good people.
With two snow days already this week, it looks likely I'm in for a third.
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