Snowed In, Part Deux
Yeah, not getting out of here today. The Turnpike is open, but they haven't plowed my mom's street yet. This is unusual. They usually get to it pretty early, since a councilman lives on this block and we're not far from the depot where the trucks are kept. Saw them go by last night around 11pm, but I guess they were working their way out to the end of their range and are perhaps now working their way back in.
The kid down the street did a little shoveling for us, but it was kind of a half-assed job. He won't accept any money. I just hope the guys who will accept money won't be put off by the sort-of job. Please come to the door! We'll pay you to do the job right!
I went out and shoveled the driveway some more (preparing my getaway!), and cleaned off the cars a bit. And the whole time I kept thinking, "My orthopedist would kill me if he saw me lifting this stuff." (Also: "Don't fat, middle-aged people have heart attacks while shoveling snow? Maybe you shouldn't have had bacon for breakfast.") So I took it easy and cleared the driveway and salted the path on the sidewalk, and tomorrow I hope the guys looking for money will come by and I'll pay them to finish the sidewalk and clear the end of the driveway so I can get out.
My mom asked me, "Don't you have any sunglasses?" To which I replied, "Yes, in the car." This would be the car currently under 2 feet of snow.
But the sky is that beautiful crispy blue you only get right after a blizzard, so I was glad to be able to see it without dimming lenses. Besides, I had to keep my eyes closed a lot of the time because of the wind. I forgot that my mom lives at the end of a wind tunnel (seriously. My mom's house is in the bottom leg of a Y. The prevailing winds are from the other end, and they come together at the junction in the Y and then rip down the street with double-force).
So another day of trying to keep myself entertained.