Remember a while back when I said how strange it was to have gone through a good portion of the winter so far with hardly any snow? Especially here, in the heart of the Midwest? And how the absence of snowmen in yards, and kids building them, and making snow angels and snow forts, and having snowball fights, were scenes of winter that I sorely missed? Remember how I yearned for those soft beautiful flakes to make an appearance sometime soon…before we saw our last day of the season? I remember only too well, and I’ve asked myself every day for the past few weeks….WHAT WAS I THINKING?
We’ve been having snow….in one form or another….for the past few weeks. Just when it looks like it’s melting and clearing from the streets and sidewalks….BANG, a new batch arrives. And they are not things of beauty. They haven’t encompassed us in a wonderland of majesty as they drape all the tree branches and bushes in a soft white veil like brush stokes from a painting.
It’s one thing to appreciate them for their art; but it’s an entirely different story when you’re shoveling your car out after the snowplows have done a job on you. I don’t get the warm and fuzzies when I’m out there clearing my walkway and brushing layers of ‘the heavy white wonder’ from every crevice of my car. And after our latest bout with its stubborn intrusion, I’m not so inclined to be wishing it back any time too soon.
I’ve been up and out the door by 7:15 for the last three days to make sure my car is parked on the correct side of the street by 8:00 so the snow plows can do their job. We have alternate side parking in our town when snowfalls amount to 2 inches or more. That means that on even days of the week (2, 4, 6, etc.) cars must be parked on the side of the street with the even addresses. On the odd days of the week (3, 5, 7, etc.) cars must be parked on the side of the street with the odd addresses. This is to enable the plows to cover both sides of the street during a snowfall. I get it! It makes sense, and it shouldn’t be a problem to adhere to.
Unfortunately, that’s not always the case. Take my situation for instance.
I have two cars parked in front of my house. Mine, and one of my daughter, Jenna’s, cars. Why does Jenna have two cars…you might ask? Well, I won’t get into that right now….but more to the point….why has she got one of them parked at my house?
Long story short….Jenna lives on a street that consists entirely of apartment buildings. Parking spots are hard to come by for one car…let alone two….and very often you have to park blocks away. A couple of months ago she asked if she could park the car, that she wasn’t driving anymore and was planning to get rid of, at my house. I thought it was fine, and liked the idea of another car in front of my house…kind of an extra safety precaution since I’m living in this big house alone now. It seemed like the best remedy for both of us.
And, it was…..until the snow. Or to be more accurate….until the first snow that the plows made an appearance. That snow…a few weeks ago…was intense. It happened fast and caught a lot of people off guard. My snow shovel and I became very good friends. I managed to get my car moved to safe ground, but when I got in Jenna’s to move it…..DEAD! DEADER THAN DEAD! All I could do was lock it up again and watch the plows entomb it next to the curb. And they did. It stayed that way for many days...until the thaw.
I thought Jenna was very lucky she didn’t get a ticket; which is what the city will do in these cases…..and will continue to do….or tow your car away if need be. But the melting of that snowfall after several days saved us temporarily from that problem; and saved me from a lot of angst.
However, this last week, we’ve had some snow every day….and Jenna’s luck ran out. Since her car hasn’t been moved all this time, she was on the wrong side at the wrong time…and got a ticket a couple of days ago. She’s made arrangements to have her care moved sometime tomorrow. Today’s an even day….we’re safe. I just hope she gets it out of here before she gets another ticket.
Will there ever be a time that moms don’t worry about these things? And it’s not just that. Now that I’m alone, I feel the pressure to stay on top of all of these things. Some of this use to land on my husband’s plate. He may or may not have taken care of it in time; but just knowing he was there….and aware….made it a little easier.
There’s a light snow falling right now. The plows are out-and-about as I type. The cars are on the proper side of the street. The snow we have presently on the ground would hardly be fit for a postcard. It passed its beauty several days ago…helped by the dirt of the streets, the plows, and the frustration of dealing with it all.
I think it may be a long time before I wish for snow again. Life situations change a lot of things…and feelings…that have been tried and true through the years. And you know the worst part? I still haven’t seen any snowmen.