(Photo above taken from my front porch this afternoon.)
Last Thursday night, it started snowing. And it snowed all day Friday and all day Saturday. More snow on Sunday and Monday. Today we had a respite, but it sounds like they're predicting a major blizzard tonight and tomorrow, and rumor has it that it will be a snow day (no school!).
The snow is beautiful. It's peaceful and quiet and calm. Nothing quite like it.
But it's also treacherous. I am terrified to drive in it. Oh, I drove in it in Utah, yes. But it really isn't comparable. Besides, even in Utah I found myself in sticky situations because of the snow. Just last year I managed to get stuck in a snow bank just before Christmas and cause a couple hundred dollars of damage to our van. I didn't even want to try it around here.
Just look at the hill I live on, for goodness' sake! Yes, that is a ski resort across the canal. Yes, I took this picture from my driveway. Yes, I am afraid we are all going to kill ourselves trying to back out of the driveway. Just look at those poor cars going straight up the hill! Not fun, and since today was a relatively nice day with no new snow, it was a lot worse yesterday and the previous days.
I told Joel I'd just walk everywhere close and have him chauffeur us around the rest of the time. I know I was being unreasonable, but did I mention I'm terrified of driving in this? Well, he's just a big meanie, because he said I had to do it today.
He made me drive him to the grocery store, and then to work. I had to back out of our itty-bitty-teeny-tiny garage, go up the hill in the lowest gear possible and drive on the ice and snow all the way to the shopping center. Then I had to park in a parking lot so full of snow that people were making up parking spaces. And then I had to safely get out of that same parking lot.
After I dropped Joel off at work with no incident, I had to go by myself to pick Sophia up from preschool. Lots of hills around there, too.
Thankfully, I made it all safe and sound, but I didn't like it one bit!
I do have one hold out, however. I refuse to try and get myself into the garage. Our last house had a two car garage, and I often couldn't maneuver the van into it without incident. I will stubbornly refuse to attempt this one. See how tiny it is? And how big my car is in comparison?
Yeah, Joel will just have to deal with it, unless he wants to pay for some major car repairs. I'm not budging on this one.