What I did AFTER I got home from work
Feb. 26th, 2007 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katallisonSo 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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