The day started out in absolute dread.
The day started out in absolute dread.I awoke early knowing I had a dubious task ahead of me….shoveling myself out of the horrendous mounds of snow unceremoniously dumped upon us mortal Midwesterners for the last couple of days. It was a task I was afraid to tackle; but I knew I had to open that front door soon to keep from sinking so deeply in Mother Nature’s handiwork…never to be heard from again.
Apparently my son, Joe, was thinking the same thing.
After his overnight shift at the police station on Tuesday, and shoveling out his car and two other friends that work with him; he headed home to catch up on some much needed sleep. He was exhausted from the onslaught of emergency calls that came into the station all night. Blizzards have a way of changing everything around them…and they make no apologies.
Unfortunately Joe couldn’t even drive down some of the streets by his apartment…they were impassable. There was absolutely nowhere to park, and the cars that did find a spot were snowed-in or plowed-in big time. So, he came to my house; but didn’t find any answers or relief there either. He was just tired and needed to sleep if he was going to be coherent and effective should he be called into work this evening (Wednesday)….he was on call. I knew I had to help get him some sleep.
After he finally found a place to park down the block from me, he attempted to shovel my walk as best he could. The drifts were so high in places, they came up to his chest….and he’s 6’2” tall. The majority of my walkway was covered in two feet or more of snow. At least he dented it before he threw in the towel for warmer pastures. He was covered in snow. He almost blended in to the WHITE that was everywhere.
Now that I could at least open my front door, Joe was on his way upstairs to take a shower and crash. I washed his uniform in possible preparation for the next night of craziness. As I sit here typing this, I haven’t heard a sound from him from the other room. Shades pulled, pillows fluffed and earplugs in so as to keep the noise of the plows and plowees out; I hoped he would sleep well.
So I’m sure he never heard my doorbell ring about 10:30 in the morning when one of my neighbors informed me…”Hey, I was parked behind you and shoveled my car out. We shoveled your car out too, and I’d be happy to move it for you if you give me the keys.” A miracle. A kind, generous…and much appreciated miracle. I had been worried about how Joe and I were going to attempt to move my car to abide by the city’s “alternate parking” ordinance during snow storms. I wasn’t so sure if they were seriously going to give a ticket to anyone who didn’t move their car to the correct side of the street to allow the plows to do their job…..but I really didn’t want to test them. They have been known to be serious about these things.
After profusely thanking my neighbor for his thoughtfulness, I looked past him to see seven or eight other neighbors with shovels and a snow blower who had already started working on the gigantic piles of snow at the end of my walk. They were happily going at it, and I periodically opened the storm door to thank them for being so wonderful. Then the neighbor with the snow blower stepped up and did the rest. I was almost teary, and I don’t think thanks is enough sometimes; but I let him know how touched I was by his help. Then they all were off down the street to see who else needed their help.
I can’t say that I’m surprised when people ban together to help out in emergency situations…but I am always so touched and inspired when they do. I don't think the kind and thoughtful acts people bestow upon others are lost on any of us....nor should they be.
It looks like the worst is over right now…the snow has not been falling for quite a while and those menacing gusts of wind have subsided. Now we need ‘ol Ma Nature to make it up to us…..try a little tenderness, mixed with some sunshine and warmer temps.
February 2nd…..If that ground hog would have woken up anywhere near HERE this morning, he would have had trouble finding his way to the top to predict anything....and even more trouble running like hell to get back down. Stay warm and wonderful everyone…. Big Blizzard-less Hugs, Joy
Thank you to Izzy who sent me these to cheer me up during my winter woes. Enjoy….
What Some People Do When It Snows
And finally...when winter becomes just a little too much...for everyone.
To all of you who are going through winter headaches similar to mine....I send you my love and condolences.
To those of you who don't know what the heck I'm talking about and haven't seen a flake of snow in eons....I send you my love and deep-seeded envy. ~Joy xo