Saturday, February 27, 2010
Not in Lodi, But Stuck Anyway
Oh my goodness! Yesterday morning, when we opened the garage door to head to the kids' for the day, we were faced with a mountain of snow at the end of the driveway. While it wasn't the quite as high as the mountain shown in these photos, it was mountain enough: a heavy, sticky mountain, may I add. So, we worked on clearing it, semi hurrying in order to not make the kids too late for their jobs, and it wasn't easy for the old folks. By the time we had cleared it and driven across town, I was soaked in sweat and more or less poopdicated for the day, but at least we arrived not too late.
Happily, or so it seemed at the time, there was no mountain in their drive, so we pulled right in, which turned out to have been an error in judgement. You see, on Fridays, Nikki Dee goes to daycare, and with just Zachary to contend with, one of us is free to go home or go out to run errands or whatever. That being the case, Cuppa made ready to leave after I had returned from running her to daycare, but between my return and Cuppa's attempted departure the plows had come by. When she opened that garage door, what she saw is what you see in these two pictures, and, frankly, I think there had already been some melt before I got out to take these photos.
Mercifully, Cuppa wasn't about to permit me try to play superman again, so we both stayed put and waited for SIL to come home and deal with it. Fortunately, he was able to borrow his neighbour's snow blower because we don't want him having a heart attack either. Did I mention that it was extremely wet and heavy snow?
Anyway, that's the story how and why we were stuck where we were yesterday, even though we hadn't taken the Greyhound to get there and we hadn't run out of money and we weren't in Lodi.