Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Scraaaaaaaape..... Beep Beep Beep.........Scraaaaaape

Photo taken last month - there is no sun today - too many snowflakes in the air blocking it

I went to bed last night to the sound of rain. Rain, rain, rain. Not the sort of rain we usually get around here, which just teases, but ground soaking coastal rain type rain. It has been raining for days.

I knew it had turned to snow when the dripping sound off the back of the roof stopped sometime in the night. And I knew it had turned to heavy snow when I heard the scrape of the snow plow going going up and down the street not once but three or four times in twenty minutes. The beep, beep, beep when they changed direction down at the corner. I tried to go back to sleep but that was followed by the sound of vehicles sliding, spinning their wheels, grinding their gears, crunching their tires into snow on the edge of the road either on purpose, in order to get more traction coming up the slight grade on the main road outside our bedroom window or not on purpose when they slid there going the opposite direction.

William's car hasn't started for the last month. He can't afford to take it in to get fixed so he and his buddies come up with another possible fix idea and go tinker under the hood once or twice a week. It was in the driveway but for some reason, on it's last viable run, William parked it on the street outside our front door. And for the last month, or at least the last three weeks of it, I've been doing that delicate dance that one must do between silence and nagging when you are a female and you want to suggest a course of action to a bunch of males. This particular suggestion, that they needed to get the car off the street before we got some serious snow. Although they're pretty lax about, legally, cars left on the street when it snows can be towed to make way for the plows.

Of course no one listened to a mere bit of a girl, gray haired and wrinkled though she be, so this morning before school Hubby and William made an entertaining sight out there in the snow trying to get William's car off the street and UP the incline that is our driveway. An old guy in snow boots, pajamas, robe, and night cap and a teenager who doesn't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing. They used MY car to push with. There was lots of Hubby waving his arms around and knocking snow off his arms and head and yelling at William for turning the wheel the wrong way. There was lots of William getting in and out of his car to see what was happening on the bumper, as if the bumper would be able to explain to him in a less confusing manner which way the wheel should be turned. There was several different occasions when they blocked off the whole street, backing up cars, including the school bus.

At least the snow masked the fact that the car doesn't actually start. To anyone driving by, I'm sure it looked like they were trying to use the little tug boat Subaru to get the bigger car out of a snow drift.


Blogger JulieZS said...

I was in suspense, I thought for sure you were going to say the plow ran into W's car. Glad they just had to move it.

11:34 AM  

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