I would have written Monday but I had to rest from our annual gathering at the end of the driveway! It's our family 'vacation' - always in early February - remarkable I know! All 4 of us together.
This family outing began unexpectedly at our house with a primal-like 'Darling Daughter howl' - to plow our driveway which now had 19.3" of snow on it. A critical 'need' as Darling Daughter has a responsible job and needed to get to work on that day!
She was yelling from the wild....bursting through the 'guest room' door to find me... I'm not much of a 'guest' in this house, but needed some sleep away from our two crazy cats who like to perch on me when I'm in my room - I should have locked the door but I think she would have broken through. It seems that 'Jason' her friend's friend was retained and reminded just the night before (10:30 pm) to be sure and PLOW OUR DRIVEWAY apparently like everyone in my house, he also has trouble following directions.
Naturally I came to the rescue with night tooth guard still in my mouth- hair in a knot on the top of my head in my 'darling' night-time flannel couture combo attire and a light-weight coat. It was a 7:15 am departure time and I was still in a fog. I trudged out in my slipper/clogs to our attached garage to back up my 8 cylinder/ bomber-style tanker- an old SUV truck with 4 wheel drive. I mightily swear all year round about this vehicle when it comes to gas mileage, but in this case I was ready to kiss the wheels.
We could do this! I just knew it! Darling Daughter could easily take my car- it has no gas, but it was all hers. What I forgot was at the end of the driveway one has to really 'gun it' to get through the pile of snow left from snow street plowers.
Damn! should have had my precious coffee because it's not hard to conclude what happened. Yes, ME ....the great driver-of-snow ..... was up to the bottom of the car solid with snow really stuck! So begins Phase #1 SHOVELING.... because no one ever puts anything back where it belongs (garage) our front door since November, has a blue shovel as a permanent winter accessory outside the door.
- so Darling Daughter went through the house to 'get it' and left the door open just enough for all 3 dogs to carefully escape. We didn't even notice.....and began the process of shoveling...... Darling Daughter was motivated by a 'Jason tantrum' in her ankle socks and tennis shoes her light-weight 'scrubs' from the knees down were frozen solid.
After a gallant attempt.... We continued shoveling to no avail and Phase #2 kicked in.... by then, Darling Daughter had corralled all the wet dogs back into the house after frolicking in deep snow throughout the front yard. I then rounded the corner of our living room with boots in hand, and squarely slipped on our wet tile floor - (err, I mean smashed my whole left side to the ground) Thank you 'darling dogs'. It is unquestionably my least favorite way to start my day but thrilled to have not plowed my head into a plaster wall (as I have done before).
I then made an executive decision to increase staff to 'good sport husband' who was oblivious (or so he says) to the commotion downstairs. After a quick briefing....he started with the 'brilliant' questions like; did you drive forward? or have you shoveled? Darling Daughter and I were hysterical with laughter as car-removal-from-snow is not his strong point and he prefers to 'watch' the action.
WE then all agreed to 'beat' on the door of 17 year old Darling Son (afterall, it was a 'snow day') to join the pushing brigade. So the four of us armed with a large bag of kitty litter (like luggage) actually had a family outing! I know, a miracle! No arguing about where to go..... we had our itinerary set. (1). Shovel (2). Litter (3). Mom (ME) in the driver seat / 4 wheel drive forward only :) (4). All 3 shoving my car from the back and with that effort; our 'family outing' was quickly over!
It was lovely, although a little cold ( 7 degrees ) and who knows? we could be getting more snow- I'm ready and packed only this time I just may keep going when I get to the end of the driveway ..... XO The International Laundress