I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!
Seriously. I’m really tired of the snow. I worked from home most of last week because it was just impossible and/or not safe to go anywhere. We finally made it out on Saturday and got much-needed groceries. Sunday we had a much-needed trip to the dog park because even the dog was starting to get cabin fever. Today I’m in the office, but getting here was still annoying. I had to do the Highlandtown trick of getting the car out of the space, stopping the car, putting lawn chairs in the spot, and then driving to work. Tonight I have to reverse the process and then attempt to park in a snowbank.
My mom isn’t so lucky. Her car is not only walled in on three sides by snow, the last time I looked there was a huge van parked diagonally behind her, leaving her little room to go back.
I’m angry at everything. I’m tired of looking at snow. I’m tired of not being able to see at intersections because of the seven-to-ten foot piles of snow that have been made when they cleared the streets. I’ve started having dreams where I look outside and the snow is miraculously gone.
And the pinky and ring finger of my left hand have gone numb. I think I have a pinched nerve in my elbow again. Time to break out the Roboclaw!
I’m on the verge of tears. I have given up trying to move my car. Checked the bus schedule: walk 6 blocks in the snow (uphill), catch the 10 for a ride that takes 1.5 hours on clear streets, take the 10 home and walk back home 6 blocks. I’d be dead.
(the recaptcha for this is “jungles – maryland)
Suck it up, Nancy. We’re all in this together. Remember those who helped you out in this snow. They will be the ones most likely to help you again when the zombie apocalypse begins. This shoveling was just an exercise.
Who helped us out? That’d be NO ONE. That’s the problem.
The Ninth and Kitti helped me out by digging me out of my house and making sure I had suppplies. My dear neighbors managed to bury my car so that I still can’t move it. Shoveling as exercise loses its charm when you are a little old lady.
I guess now would not be the time to brag about the 75 degree, perfectly clear weather we are having. However, after having lived in that kind of snow for 26+ years, it is the time to mention that I am quite happy I moved to the desert.