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callunavI don't love snow. Not most of the time. I want to love snow, but I only have an occasional burst of enjoyment from it. I blame a lot of this on too much urban living, which isn't really fair: I look at snow and think about digging my car out and traffic congestion, but digging my car out is something I might have to worry about anywhere. Actually, when I was living in an actual city, I had onstreet parking which was usually less shoveling than a driveway, and besides, a lot of the time I didn't even have a car because I could get everywhere I needed to go on public transit. Whatever the reason, I've come to see something beautiful in terms of labor and inconvenience and time pressure, and I don't like this state of affairs.
Today, I think I'd be quite justified in disliking the snow, but in fact I'm feeling pleasantly exhilarated. There is no logic here, but I don't mind.
About an hour and a half ago, I went out to clear off my car, and then grabbed my stuff and headed out to work. I got stuck at the end of the driveway. A kind young neighbor with a shovel dug the snow out from under my tires so that I could pull out, whereupon my car, instead of turning hard left as I had planned, slid in a graceful, beautiful, relaxed arc across the street and off the other side.
It turned enough that it ended up parallel to the road, with the left tires a foot or so on the side and the right completely off. This was gratifying, as for a minute there I saw the opposite neighbor's retaining wall coasting toward me in a disarmingly leisurely way. I was going about one mile per hour so hitting it wouldn't have been a disaster, but I very much appreciated that I ended up companionably alongside the wall instead of confrontationally perpendicular.
The kind young neighbor tried to help with a little more digging and some pushing, to no avail. I went back into the house called AAA for the simplest rescue ever, since my vehicle was still exactly across from my driveway, and waited for a shockingly short time before a tow truck showed up. (I also called work and asked the admin there to cancel my pre-lunch appointments.) Now, my car is back in my driveway, and I am sitting comfortably in my living room, refusing to leave until the road conditions have changed.
I am contemplating cocoa. I probably won't make a snowman, as I don't have the right boots and gloves for it, but I am feeling inexplicably serene. Possibly standing outside in the snow waiting for the car to get the help it needed was good for me, and I should do it more often.
Today, I think I'd be quite justified in disliking the snow, but in fact I'm feeling pleasantly exhilarated. There is no logic here, but I don't mind.
About an hour and a half ago, I went out to clear off my car, and then grabbed my stuff and headed out to work. I got stuck at the end of the driveway. A kind young neighbor with a shovel dug the snow out from under my tires so that I could pull out, whereupon my car, instead of turning hard left as I had planned, slid in a graceful, beautiful, relaxed arc across the street and off the other side.
It turned enough that it ended up parallel to the road, with the left tires a foot or so on the side and the right completely off. This was gratifying, as for a minute there I saw the opposite neighbor's retaining wall coasting toward me in a disarmingly leisurely way. I was going about one mile per hour so hitting it wouldn't have been a disaster, but I very much appreciated that I ended up companionably alongside the wall instead of confrontationally perpendicular.
The kind young neighbor tried to help with a little more digging and some pushing, to no avail. I went back into the house called AAA for the simplest rescue ever, since my vehicle was still exactly across from my driveway, and waited for a shockingly short time before a tow truck showed up. (I also called work and asked the admin there to cancel my pre-lunch appointments.) Now, my car is back in my driveway, and I am sitting comfortably in my living room, refusing to leave until the road conditions have changed.
I am contemplating cocoa. I probably won't make a snowman, as I don't have the right boots and gloves for it, but I am feeling inexplicably serene. Possibly standing outside in the snow waiting for the car to get the help it needed was good for me, and I should do it more often.