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katallison) wrote2007-02-26 07:59 pm
katallison) wrote2007-02-26 07:59 pm
What I did AFTER I got home from work
So as I said yesterday, we got a foot of snow over the weekend. Of course, I did not have my car in the garage, for reasons far too lengthy and preposterous to go into at this juncture, but since a snow emergency had been declared, I had to get the sucker moved over to the other side of the street by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow. I sort of knew I'd been plowed in by the one snowplow that had cut a swath down the middle of the street, but I had been carefully not paying attention to just how distasteful the situation was, until I got home and could no longer continue in denial:
Basically, the situation at the outset looked like this: [note: clicking photos will take you to slightly larger/better version; clicking *that* one gives you an even larger version, and why LJ does things this way I have no idea]
...which does not look so bad until you get to the street side:
On the upside, it was a nice mild afternoon. On the downside, the nice mild temperatures meant that the snow was wet and dense and incredibly heavy.
After about a half-hour of brushing, scraping, and shovelling, the car had at least been excavated:
Unfortunately, everything in front of the car still had to be shovelled out of the way so that I had a prayer of blasting out. (The Honda is actually not a bad little car in winter, but it's pretty low to the ground. This is one of the few times I wish I had a Jeep or something like that.)
Another half hour or so with the shovel, during which I was forcibly reminded that wet, heavy snow like this is colloquially called "heart-attack snow," and I was ready to blast my way out. Or I thought I was. I made it this far, anyway:
...before getting stuck for the first time.
I don't have photos of getting stuck for the second time, because by then I was about ready to fall over. But I will conclude with this shot of the vacated space where once the car was immured:
...and I just wish it could better convey the sheer metric TONNAGE of snow heaped to all sides.
Off now to soak in a nice hot tub. I am too goddamned OLD for this, dammit.
Basically, the situation at the outset looked like this: [note: clicking photos will take you to slightly larger/better version; clicking *that* one gives you an even larger version, and why LJ does things this way I have no idea]
...which does not look so bad until you get to the street side:
On the upside, it was a nice mild afternoon. On the downside, the nice mild temperatures meant that the snow was wet and dense and incredibly heavy.
After about a half-hour of brushing, scraping, and shovelling, the car had at least been excavated:
Unfortunately, everything in front of the car still had to be shovelled out of the way so that I had a prayer of blasting out. (The Honda is actually not a bad little car in winter, but it's pretty low to the ground. This is one of the few times I wish I had a Jeep or something like that.)
Another half hour or so with the shovel, during which I was forcibly reminded that wet, heavy snow like this is colloquially called "heart-attack snow," and I was ready to blast my way out. Or I thought I was. I made it this far, anyway:
...before getting stuck for the first time.
I don't have photos of getting stuck for the second time, because by then I was about ready to fall over. But I will conclude with this shot of the vacated space where once the car was immured:
...and I just wish it could better convey the sheer metric TONNAGE of snow heaped to all sides.
Off now to soak in a nice hot tub. I am too goddamned OLD for this, dammit.
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(I had to shovel the sidewalk in front of my house this morning, and the whole time I was thinking of Ray Kowalski in "Ice," and then I just sort of very merrily did the perfectly symmetrical scraping and squaring off, grinning the whole time. I am a DORK.)
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But hurrah for your liberated Honda! Banzai!
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And, yeah, at least I don't feel guilty now about not having gotten to the gym. My ARMS... ow ow owie.
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And it was such a *rush*, that moment when I finally slid and spun and fishtailed and blasted OUT. Driving! Wheee!
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those are plenty of evidence that it's time to head West, young woman! we rarely get snow at all, much less accumulations like that, so your shoveling muscles would happily atrophy (even as you grew mould from the rain)
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*hugs*, Kat.
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I kept up with shoveling the walks this weekend, but I haven't dealt with the driveway yet. And granted the driveway is short, and the car is safely inside the garage and thus does not have to be dug out, but still: driveway. And it will have to get done in the next few days, because sadly I cannot simply teleport to Your Fair City this Friday. Heh.
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Also, damn, I missed you at Escapade SO MUCH. Get the hell out of Minnesota, come to Northwest where I can have you around whenever I want, and, for god's sake, never miss Escapade again!!! *g*
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Here in Colorado, the snow has all melted long since. I feel disloyal saying that I really don't mind, because we really need it for the skiers and the spring irrigators and kayakers and whatnot. But I do not envy you your shoveling ordeal, no, not at all!
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Also, I think you have an *excellent* concept there with the moving west, and believe me, that remains the longer-term plan.
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And I am actually getting the dates settled for my trip out there -- I'll e-mail you as soon as they're solid. Yay!!!
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And we really need the snow as well here; we've been in drought for the past half-year or more. I just wish it didn't come ALL AT ONCE.
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Yeah, I'm not looking forward to this having-to-shovel-snow-myself thing. >.>
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I hope you got a long hot bath and a glass of wine at the end of that!