REMINDER: Today is Call-In-Day to let our senators know that S.2853, on which there will be a vote this week, is a terrible idea. If you don't know what I'm talking about, please, please read yesterday's post. You can reach your senators at 1.800.998.0180 or you can find their direct telephone numbers at this website.
It started on Sunday when weather forecasters predicted an overnight snowstorm. This is my fourth Maine winter and I thought I had learned to estimate the amount of accumulation when the weather people get dodgy about it, as they did on Sunday. I figured five or six inches which, by Maine standards, is almost a spring day.
Instead, this was the first really big snowfall of the season. Here is what my car looked like on Monday morning, and the storm still had three or four hours to go. By the time it was finished, there was about a foot of snow but a lot of larger drifts from the wind.
I was lucky. A city snow plow came through my block but only pushed snow to the other side of the street. Look at this poor guy's car:
One of the things I've learned about clearing cars and sidewalks and driveways is that there seems to be an unwritten rule that whoever gets there first with the shovel or snow blower gets to push the snow onto someone else's car or sidewalk. Of course, your neighbor who waits until later might return the favor and then you're back to square one. What a mess the block was.
It's important to get the driveway cleared on big-time snow days because the city calls a parking ban to be able to plow the streets. No street parking between 10PM and 6AM. At my apartment house, we cram three cars into our driveway. Here is my best winter friend, Jerry, with his snow blower in the back of our driveway.
I brushed the snow off my car and Jerry dug out more than a foot of it all around so that I could get past the first obstacle – opening the door; snow had been piled above the door handle. Jerry, as always, did a terrific job with the snow blower so driving into the parking area was easy.
If you think you detect a tone of annoyance in this post, you're not wrong. In three-and-a-half winters (there will undoubtedly be more white stuff this year), whatever enchantment I once felt when Mother Nature transforms the landscape in this way has left me.
There was a time – all the 40 years I spent in New York City – when huge snow storms delighted me. I liked to be outside before anyone else - even in the dark - so I could make the first footprints. The last winter I lived there, the city had the biggest snowstorm in its entire history of record-keeping. Greenwich Village was a wonderland.
This was my backyard during the storm.
It was a glorious winter storm. Here is my story about it. I doubt I'll ever enjoy a snow storm again as much as the Blizzard of '06.
Don't forget to call your senators today. See yesterday's post.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Lyn Burnstine: The Best Advice I Ever Had and Followed