Snow and cars
Yesterday, I went over to the Wayward Cafe for my friend CW's birthday. Also present at the festivities was oldmangrumpus and, eventually, some other pleasant and attractive strangers. We played boardgames and ate delicious vegan treats, then went back to CW's place for some good, ole fashioned, meat-eater's lasagna and some birthday cake. It was, all in all, a very pleasant afternoon and early evening.
And then, it began to snow.
Grumpus kindly walked me back to my car in the snowy darkness and I headed home. I stopped at Trader Joe's to stock up in case the snow stuck and then hightailed it back to Queen Anne. Where, I discovered, the hills were just frosted enough that I couldn't get the car into the carport (which includes a pretty steep incline). I parked my car on a side street, where it still sits. A little later this morning, I will walk down the hill to check on it and make sure it's OK.
In the wake of the last couple of years, with their various bits of automotive drama, I find myself hesitant to leave the car in public, unprotected places. I am unhappy about driving in snow (rain doesn't bother me, and thank God for that in Seattle). And I'm just far more cautious about protecting my car. I don't like this hesitancy that's grown in me. It's completely understable and completely justified, but it makes me feel old and vulnerable; I hate that.
I was going to go out to shop for lighting fixtures this afternoon--that plan is off. So I'm going to stay home, poke around online for ideas, and try toget other things done as well. I'll find a way to make it a productive day one way or the other.
And then, it began to snow.
Grumpus kindly walked me back to my car in the snowy darkness and I headed home. I stopped at Trader Joe's to stock up in case the snow stuck and then hightailed it back to Queen Anne. Where, I discovered, the hills were just frosted enough that I couldn't get the car into the carport (which includes a pretty steep incline). I parked my car on a side street, where it still sits. A little later this morning, I will walk down the hill to check on it and make sure it's OK.
In the wake of the last couple of years, with their various bits of automotive drama, I find myself hesitant to leave the car in public, unprotected places. I am unhappy about driving in snow (rain doesn't bother me, and thank God for that in Seattle). And I'm just far more cautious about protecting my car. I don't like this hesitancy that's grown in me. It's completely understable and completely justified, but it makes me feel old and vulnerable; I hate that.
I was going to go out to shop for lighting fixtures this afternoon--that plan is off. So I'm going to stay home, poke around online for ideas, and try toget other things done as well. I'll find a way to make it a productive day one way or the other.