Ice and I have an agreement. "Don't tread on me," says the ice, "and I won't throw you on the ground and give you a concussion." I have a lot of respect for that. So that is where the quandary of what to do came from.
Since the streets are pretty smooth with snow coverage, and it's supposed to rain the next few days, that spells trouble for me, and I know it.
My driveway has just enough of a slope, and just enough packed snow that it's iffy if I can get out. If I start on the flat part where the snow is packed and make a run at it, I'm good. If not, I'm stuck in the driveway.
Or I should add, or if I get too far to the soft parts of the snow in the driveway, I'm stuck. Guess which one I'm at. Yep. I'm stuck. In the driveway. I didn't even get to the slope, I'm stuck on the FLAT part.
So I try the whole rocking the car drive, reverse, drive, reverse. The car says, "Keep going, we haven't hit gravel yet. I stop. I get out, I shovel, It's still no go. I glance at the dashboard and now I'm hoping the engine light has something to do with rocking. I doubt it, but one can hope.
I know when I'm beat. I google tow trucks. Apparently, all the other old ladies have dates with the drivers too. So I wait. Fortunately, I'm home. Fortunately the website is working, it has been giving us weird issues lately and we can't seem to figure out what's going on, so I've been fighting with that too.
Have I mentioned that I hate winter? I mean it's pretty. It's a pretty little pain in the...neck.
If and when I get out of the driveway, I'll be parking on the street.
Tomorrow's article, "Looking at the sky."
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