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As I write this, it’s a beautiful day out there. The sun is shining. The temperature isn’t too bad. I’m supposed to be in my English class write (har har) now, but I can’t seem to get out of my $%^&*()_+(*&^% driveway!
I have brand new snow tires, but evidential they’re crap on ice. And that’s what I’m stuck on. After paying $30 last week to have my driveway plowed, I decided to have him come automatically. This morning I woke up to yet another pile of snow out there. Schools were cancelled. I checked the cancellation line for the university. My course was not listed there. I woke up my poor mother and asked her to check online to see if my class was listed. Apparently that list hadn’t been updated since yesterday. Nice. So I packed my things and decided to take a drive into town.
My tires gripped the newly fallen snow like Velcro. It was amazing. I slowly, but steadily, pulled out of my driveway… and then like a complete newbie idiot, I stopped to check if anything was coming. That was the end of my momentum, and the end of me going anywhere. There WAS nothing coming, and I probably could have been able to tell that, had I been paying more attention earlier, rather than stopping to see.
I shoveled. I cursed. I put down kitty litter. I cursed some more. I had one of those rare moments of heated emotion where I even punched the steering wheel a few times, holding down the car horn button and cursing very loudly. I guess with everything going on, this was something that I really didn’t need. I got out and looked again… I was a mere foot or so from the safe pavement of the plowed road… yet both my front tires were spinning as if they were 20 feet off the ground. I’m pretty sure that if someone was steering my car, that I could push it out. It’s that close. It just needs an extra pair of hands, and perhaps a match. I’ll need to check with the insurance company to make sure that I’m covered for fire and theft.
I called the guy who plows my driveway, and left a message for him. There’s no way for him to get into my driveway with me parked where I am. I’m hoping that he can come sometime this morning and either pull me out the rest of the way, or at least steer my car. The guy is no spring chicken, so asking him to push it probably out of the question.
The good news is… if you’re reading this, I must have gotten out. Whether the Spectra makes it out in one piece is another story. But I can’t really blame this one on the car. It was more of a user-error than anything else.
I hate winter.
I got my snow plowing bill a couple of days ago. Last winter was the worst one that I’ve had since being at the farm, and I knew that the bill was going to be a doozy, so I’ve been setting money aside. I was hoping that the $400 I had in my snow removal account (only a Canadian would have a bank account labelled “snow removal”) would be enough to cover me for the year… I was wrong! 14 times my driveway was plowed, for a grand total of $472 after tax. Yup, that’s right. Nearly $500 to keep from being snowed-in.
And if you’re thinking to yourself “Why doesn’t he just do it himself?” the answer is pretty simple… there’s nowhere to put it! I’ve shoveled plenty of snow in my life, and there has always been a place to put it. Not with this place. The driveway is too large, and there is no natural slope to be able to push the nasty white stuff. Trust me… it’s a much larger job than I want to tackle. And to prove my point, this is what the guy shows up in to clean my driveway. Yup!
I could hear them running up the stairs. I actually thought that something might be wrong. They seemed pretty serious. Whatever it was, it had better be good to be waking me up from my slumber so early in the morning…
IT’S SNOWING OUTSIDE!
Really? That’s the emergency? That’s what you woke me up for? No freak accident? No blood? No Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepstakes man with a cheque for a million dollars at the door? Snow? Haven’t we seen snow before? It’s not such a fond memory, is it?
Well apparently my interpretation of the current weather differs slightly from that of my kids. They see snow and get giddy with excitement. I see it and think “Shit, I need to get my winter tires on the car…”
In a flash they had their coats on, and were outside making snowballs. My son came back in and asked me if I would go outside with them.
“Come back in June”, I told him. All I really wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep. Unfortunately for me, they had different plans.
I didn’t stay outside long. I took a few pictures… Helped my daughter make an 8″ snowman on the patio table that I should really have brought in already… Threatened my son with a lifetime of hard labour if he dared to throw his snowball at me… and beat it back inside before frostbite set in. I think that I’m becoming even more of a wimp in my old age.
I was really counting on the idea that the snow would be short-lived, and gone by lunch time. Well… it’s now 3:22am and not only is it still there… but I’m pretty sure that there’s even more of it on the ground now. Lovely.
Now I’m really going to have to get those winter tires on… 🙁