Wallomped With the White Stuff

Last week’s snow (with a very little added over Sunday/Monday) was just getting to the safe driving stage–we finally got our street plowed and sanded, for example–when…

Another 10″ (last time I stopped measuring, while it was still coming down) added on top. Now, Son&Heir had left for work early this a.m. before the snow hit. By 10:00 a.m., when he got tyhe OK to leave early, it was up to his knees. Roads really bad all the way back until… 5 miles from home, his lil car just died.

Now, I couldn’t get out to9 go troubleshoot the thing, and towing services here in America’s Third World County are way, way behind in the number of vehicles they have to “service”. Oh, I got as far as halfway up the hill leading out of our neighborhood… on my second attempt, but backing down to try again, I got stuck and spent 30 minutes digging out. By that time, I got word that he was on his way home, courtesy of the Highway Patrol (finally, some good out of the organization). I was able to get halfway up the hill again so I could back down and get turned around, then struggle back on into our drive.

And all the while, the snow just kept coming.

*heh* Good thing, in a way, that I got stuck, though, because on my first “plowing” through the unbroken snow on our street, I’d stripped off the air dam on my lil Saturn. Though it had become almost completely buried in the new snowfall in the brief time between attempt #1 and attempt #2, enopugh was still visible for me to spot it and go dig it out, so I’ll be able to reattach it later. Much later. Come Spring, perhaps. *heh*