Member Rara Avis
According to tonight's news, it has now snowed 17 out of the first 19 days of December. They are beginning to compare this season to the winter of 1978 (which, not incidentally, was the year - and the reason - I left Michigan and moved to California).
Last Friday, knowing I had to relent and finish my Christmas shopping, I called a local company to plow my driveway. The driver got his 4-wheel-drive pickup stuck six feet into my yard. Fortunately, the same company also does towing, and a phone call quickly brought help. Remembering that I live in the sticks, and driveways tend to be a bit on the long side, it took him close to two hours, all told. The snow he moved is piled only a few inches shorter than my garage roof, and makes a grand wind breaker. I'm thinking about stringing some lights, hanging a few snow shovels off it, and calling it my Christmas Tree this year.
I did manage to get out the following day, Saturday, and nearly completed my shopping. Only two more gifts to go. Unfortunately, another storm swept through Sunday, dropping four or five inches, which quickly drifted to a bit over a foot (except where my new wind breaker was protecting me). Monday afternoon. The Miata was backed into the garage, meaning I could get a running start, and I thought perhaps I could barrel my way through. Nope. I guess the Miata probably isn't the best choice for a barreling car. I was officially stuck.
You know, it's kind of funny. I can sit in this house for weeks on end, sometimes forgetting how long it's been since I've left, and it never bothers me. But within ten minutes of knowing I can't go anywhere, I found myself with a rampant case of cabin-fever. I think I better understand, now, why some guys wait until AFTER they're married to start chasing women. The human mind is a funny thing.
Well, at seven o'clock tonight, long after it had grown dark, another truck finally arrived and cleared the way for another shopping trip tomorrow. Assuming it doesn't snow too hard before then. Wish me luck.