Sunday, January 09, 2005
But as this is the area I have chose to live in, I must deal with snow issues for four months every year. Last week's 10-inch snowfall brought problems for me. I worked the night shift that day, bringing the latest information about the storm to my readers.
I got home at 11 p.m., ate something, and then had to go out at about midnight to shovel my driveway entrance so I could get out the next morning. It was interesting watching my neighbors look out their window at me shoveling. I think they may have been snickering or wondering what crazy idiot was shoveling the driveway in the middle of the night. Then of course, was a awoken suddenly later that morning by my other neighbors using their snow blower. Ah the joys of winter -- I need to get to that warmer climate near the golf course.
But my friend Cely (as in Aracely) had much worse problems with the killer white stuff that fell from the sky. Here is her account of the aftermath of the storm:
So I get to bed early -- or relatively early. I get up early iron some khaki's. I make sure they're all starched and stiff. My dress shirt collar and sleeves are also starched. There are few things that are better than a cotton shirt that has been ironed and starched. I actually take time to blow dry my hair this morning. For some reason the curls look all nice. I'm kinda pleased with my appearance. Anyway I go out and start up my car. I sit in it for awhile for it to warm up. The St.Elmo's Fire theme song is playing (if you don't know what it is -- it's from some 80s brat pack movie. If you don't know what the brat pack is, then I just give up)I back out of the driveway. I'm happy. I'm actually going to be work on time.
Then, I get stuck. Zoom ... I try to move forward. Nothing. Zoom ...
I try to move back. Nothing. Smoke Burning rubber. Fuck!The snowplows have piled
snow along the entrance to the driveway and I thought I could just drive over it. I can't. I look for a shovel. I don't have one. I have to run, or attempt to run in high heeled boots,through knee-deep snow in the yard to the back of the house where there should be a shovel. All I find is some flimsy thing that bends every time I try to move snow with it. I attempt to dig the front of my car out, but because it's soo low and there's too much snow I can't get under it, at this point I'm on my knees. My pants are wet. Snow seeps in through the side zipper of my boots.I want to cry. One of my housemates walks out. I don't know her name."Hey, are you in a hurry or you gonna help me out?"She starts her
car. She is going to help me. Even if she wanted to she can't leave without me getting out of the way. We put the car in neutral and attempt to push. We're dumb asses. I tell her to get in the car and put it in reverse while I push. I am not very good at this. I start to get sweaty and my hair is now a mess. She starts to move the wheels, I dig under it. I'm not used to this manual labor. She pulls it forward. Nothing happens. She's ready to have me call a tow truck. No. I ain't gonna call no man to get me out of my mess. I get really angry and I push harder. Finally the car is out of the driveway. We cheer. I hug the nameless girl. I get into my car and got to work 45 minutes late.
