I hid from the snow all day Thursday -- and when I had to be at my meeting on Friday morning at 10am, I realized I needed to start figuring out how to dig out.
At 6am, the street and sidewalk looked coated with ice or frost ... but as the morning wore on, other cars pulled out without slipping. But there was at least three inches of snow piled on my car.
I started to scrape off the snow -- with the squigee my dad gave me many years ago -- and it came apart in my hands. For some reason, I have no less than four left hand leather gloves, but no right hands. So, I wracked my brain to remember where the fleece gloves were -- oh, yeah, in the trunk, under three inches of snow.
So, after my right hand nearly froze off - I ran it under hot water - then I turned the car on again, moved it so that it was under more sunlight -- and tried again. This happened several times over forty-five minutes. Then my car windshields were clear.
It never got over 36 degrees all day -- so, what little snow was able to thaw from the roof of my car then turned into ice in artful lines down the windshield.
Sunday morning, I woke to even more snow on the ground and flurries.
I rolled over and went back to sleep ... I hate driving in the snow, so I might just as well stay in -- turn on the oven and bake something to warm the house. It's my own personal ghetto fireplace.
We expect the snow again today -- it's supposed to start at 7am and keep on through noon.
If only I didn't have anything to do outside the house -- life would be just fine.
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