So. Ask me how my day went.
Well. In anticipation of a “big meeting” at work this morning, I got all duded up … OK … more like dressed appropriately. So that meant nicer slacks, etc.
And headed out to go to work.
And that my idea of fun is decidedly NOT going out and shoveling … over and over again … as the plow plows yet another round of “stuff” in my driveway and in front of my steps?
I made my way down to the car … which was at the bottom of the dozen steps to the road. Steps not totally cleared … and now ice-covered snow-covered.
At the bottom … being glad that I didn’t have to shuffle through a foot of snow like on other days … I confidently stepped onto the top of the stuff between me and my car.
And my foot immediately plunged down … through the ice … down through the foot of snow / frozen slush / etc … to the bottom.
Nowhere to grab for support, I yanked my foot up.
And up came my foot.
Minus my boot. Minus my sock. In 2 degree cold.
Nothing to hold onto … and I can’t get my foot back into the boot.
Had to stand … on the ice … in one bare foot … while trying to yank out said boot which is stuck in the ice / snow / slush bank.
Got the boot out.
Just then, the school bus came by … and I am walking to my car. Holding a boot in one hand … with one bare foot … on the ice.
So I got in the car … jimmied it out onto the street … cleaned it off … and went to work.
Good meeting by the way. Good day. And the morning went by quickly.
Flash forward to afterwards … after work … after picking up Texas Linda and running to the store for an AT&T card for my cell phone (no, I didn’t get the expected gas points … no, I was not happy about that)
So I came home here … and decided to take a run up the driveway in hopes of getting into the garage.
Made it thisclose from the entrance to the garage. Instead of leaving it there, I decided to back out and give it another run.
And. Got. Stuck.
Right at the bottom of the driveway. Halfway out into the street.
On a mound of icy snow … basically the same snow plowed mess I had stepped into further up the street first thing in the morning.
As I got out and was kicking away snow / ice to try again … my next door neighbors pulled up. They, in their early 60’s. He a professor at the campus. She a researcher of some sort.
Me: “Can you believe this? I wondered if your son still lived with you. I was thinking I should have contracted with your son to help me out this winter.”
He: “Yes. Yes he does still live with us”
*Holly sees hope*
He: “He is in Oregon.”
*Holly loses hope*
Suffice it to say there were several back and forths …
Until my car broke loose … and flew out into the street.
And they … both … fell ass over teacups … headfirst into the snow bank.
I assured them I had good insurance. They laughed.
They also recommended a man who had plowed THEM out yesterday. (They have a steep VERY long driveway)
“Jo-Jo” will be here within the hour.