Do you remember when it first started to snow and I was enraptured? I even posted pictures.
Well it snowed again and I’m no longer happy.
I live near the top of a steep hill. Today I slid down the hill, bumping against the snow banks on the hill side while praying I wouldn’t slide off the tree and cliff side. At one point I was sliding right (toward the cliff) with the steering wheel locked all the way left – which of course meant nothing because I was sliding) and my daughter asked, “Mom what’s that squealing noise?”
I didn’t say, my brain, or the world trying to invert itself while I try and keep it from doing so. I said, “See how we are going straight (I didn’t want her to notice we were actually sliding slightly right – toward the trees and cliff) but I have the wheel turned all the way left? That’s what’s squealing.” She kept quiet after that.
Shortly there after we hit some ruts in the road (from the frozen mud under the snow) and I got my wheels into the ruts and we went a fair way with the ruts keeping us on the road. I’d been swearing at the mud the day before, today I was thanking the almighty mud gods for it.
I am so ready for summer. We don’t really GET spring here, which is too bad, but I’ll take summer as second best until Fall hits.