Yesterday when the TV, internet and other things failed, I picked up my trusty shovel and decided to “experiment” around with the snow. My garage is in back; the driveway circles around a tall blue spruce and goes farther to reach the well-travelled road in front. Do you know that that snow got to be thigh deep by the spruce and knee deep everywhere else? I did it in little bits here, inventing new ways to move the snow with the least effort. Well, for awhile every time I came in, I would get antsy to get back out there. And then I got to the thigh high stuff. When I finally got through it, I thought, “I bet I can back out, turn and muscle my way out.” I backed out and started to turn, then I would dig at wheels, then turn, then dig at wheels. Finally I made it almost to the sidewalk and that’s when the wind started to come up A LOT and I realized the snow plow had pushed it up so that there was an extra four feet past the parkway to reach the entrance to the road and when I paused to gape, I got stuck.

I did get out; I drove around the block; I got back in – part way. I dug at wheels and finally made it in the garage and turned off the engine.

This morning I went out and the engine would not start. Oh, my mood was low. Maybe one of the reasons referring to the car is  Shane can’t get out the porch door and has to go out through the garage, so is afraid the backyard is no longer there.  I opened the door to the yard from the garage. AND I FORGOT TO CLOSE IT.

About an hour ago, the car started. Good. No school tomorrow. Agh. Shane wants people out of his fur and his backyard back. I’d like another Aleve and an afghan.

So here’s the update I tried to publish yesterday morning:

UPDATE:   Well, this worked out well. The hospital called and asked if Alison needed a ride; I told them to put her on the list and we’d call if I made it out. I made it out – one foot from the garage. The snow is up above the middle of the wheels  to the bumper – and, gee, I have to go check the tailpipe before we do anything else – and I couldn’t even get back into the garage.

Fortunately, the snow has supposedly stopped, but the temperature is going to plunge really, really low. Maybe, with daylight, we can shovel in front of the front wheels and Cameron and push from behind and I’ll make it partway into the garage, at least.

Oh, guess who came to get her? The CEO of the hospital.