Still Digging
The snowstorm over the weekend had us buried and, in some cases, it still does.
The combination of my Trans Am’s torque and the height of the snowfall made me believe that waiting for the spring thaw would be a good idea; no sense digging out what I can’t drive. I’m not sure but the melting snow on my car may be a more official indicator of the season change than that silly groundhog. On the other hand, maybe not.
After some sweat, tears, and a bit of digging, my other vehicle threw down the shackles of the clingy white stuff and ventured into the world. It was a fun trip. My normal excursion to work was highlighted by the sights of giant earth movers and abandoned cars buried in snow drifts. The Xterra rumbled over the terrain, just happy to have terrain to rumble over. The feeling of a good snow pack underneath your no-so-paid-for SUV is a bit like wanderlust. That four wheel goodness wasn’t a total waste of money. Let’s drive around the neighborhood just for fun. Let’s do it again.
A couple days later most of the snow has been pushed to the side. The little powder left near the road is now nasty shades of black and brown. No one need remind my shovel and I that I live on a corner lot. This whole sidewalk thing is vastly overrated.
Parts of me are still wishing for Sunday to return. Watching the snow fall while you sip hot apple cider in front of a fire is my idea of relaxation. Other parts of me are beginning to yearn for spring. Once the rains of this weekend wash away the weather of last, the T-tops of my Firebird will be waiting. The baby is ready to see much more of the sky. His mother will be pleased to accomodate him.
I hope this snow wasn’t a one time deal. In a few years, I’ll have another shovel next to me and a sled yearning for the slopes in the shed. Tiny snowboots will be on order. They better have something cold to walk on.
