The Daily Beef: Snow

There's a lot of things I could say about snow. None would be appropriate for the eyes of my mother. I can honestly remember being a young southern girl and HOPING for a snow day. I looked forward to snowball fights, sledding, snowman building, etc. But let's be honest. We rarely got enough snow to build a snowman. The best part? It had melted and moved on the next day.

So Monday when we got the news that we were under a "blizzard advisory" I was obviously less than thrilled. I actually was in a panic mode when phrases like "declared a state of emergency" and "indefinite power outages" were being thrown around on the news. Or when the building puts up signs: "While we will do all we can for the parking situation, it's recommended that you purchase kitty litter, sand, or salt for additional traction". Thanks, the storm is here, too late. Surprisingly, school was canceled that day...of course, I had clinic...so I got to stay. We did end up getting out early, so Berns hopped in the Protective Services van with me and got a ride home. Class was canceled Tuesday. The roomie and I explored that night as the ice came in and experienced a very almost-Christina-Yang-moment by narrowly escaping a falling ice-sickle as it plummeted to the ground from the top of our building.

So on our "snow day" we were put through the ringer with school related emails. God forbid we enjoy a day off...any of us...student or teacher alike. When we had enough the roomie and I decided it was wine time. So we headed to the corner store...that was closing early. During our walk over there, I realized that living in a snow-globe would not actually be fun...at all. We got to the store and got wine, brownies, and supplies for dinner. It ended up being a wonderful night with chicken spaghetti and the Michael Jackson experience.

Early stages of ice.

So Wednesday, we had a delayed start time. 10 o'clock to be exact. And when do we have class? 10:30. We got there, despite my near nosedive off the sidewalk...roomie reached to grab me...backpack added some velocity as it swung over my head...but my rock-hard core and toned quads compensated for my lack of proprioception. Some how I regained balance and we trekked to school. Class was fine...other than the fact that it was neuro. Blah.

Today I knew I had to drive. To work. I was ready to tackle it. I actually went out before I left and surveyed the area behind my car. More ice than snow...should be fine. It was. No trouble getting there or getting back and into my spot. Success. When it came time for TV time I knew I was going to have to try it again. I was feeling like a pro. Took some roads less traveled to the Berns house...Sasha was more or less skiing down the street. That was fine. But then it came to parking. And this literally is my biggest problem. My beef is with the Big City on this, because while they plow the roads...they only plow where you can drive...not near the curbs where people have to park...they just push the snow all up over there which makes it nearly impossible for anyone to park...unless of course, you were parked there before the snow fell, in which case, you are screwed. So I attempted to park but knew I would get stuck, so I made the block and came back. Knew I couldn't parallel in the snow so I went forward and drove right into a mound of snow...where I got stuck. Yes, again. So I tried to get out. Back up, pull forward, back up, pull forward, gun it, fishtail, wiggle the back end. Nothing. After the third fruitless attempt, I called Berns to get me out. After I hung up the phone I started sobbing. I hit a wall and had an emotional break-down. Roomie held me while I cried and Berns got me out. After that, we went to get supplies for s'mores and I bought some wine. Let it be known. I can't drive in the snow.