ignoring the signs.
my back door has a tendency to freeze shut. one winter, my garage door froze shut and that was super inconvenient, but definitely not a major problem. but this morning, my back door froze shut. using the front door was certainly an option, but the front walk hadn't been shovelled yet and my boots were in my car. and since i don't like snow in my shoes or wet pants, it meant that the back door really was my only option.and so i pulled. and then i kicked. i stubbed my toe. so i hit it with the palm of my hand. i laughed at the ridiculousness of it. after five minutes, it finally breaks free. i'm laughing as i shut the door behind me, thinking, i've got to blog this.
and then the door doesn't shut. i've loosened up enough of the ice that the door is now unable to fully shut. glancing up at my ghetto back door, with it's broken window from last year's decision to try and slam the door shut to remove the ice, i break out the screwdriver. as i'm chipping away at the massive chunks of ice, i think, yeah, this is going to get blogged.
and so i chuckle to myself as i'm walking across the back deck. maybe i'm not supposed to go to work today, i think. that'd be nice.
and as i put my foot down on the second step, it goes flying out from underneath me. i turn my body and hold my laptop in front of me to protect it from the fall. my right arm flails and lands deep in the fresh snowfall. i quickly get up and start to laugh. okay, God, am i really not supposed to leave home today??? i soon realize that my right hand is mittenless. i look up to find it peacefully lying in the middle of my back yard. surrounded my lots and lots of snow. alright. i'll put this stuff in my car, get it started, grab my boots and then go get the mitten. after surveying the situation, i decide that the job can be done with only one boot. i place my unbooted foot very near the edge of the snow, pray for flexibility & balance, and take one giant step into the snow. then i switch my weight and lean as far as i can to grab the mitten. success! as i hobble back to my car, i brush off the snow and laugh a little more. are you trying to tell me something? and if he was trying to tell me something, i ignored it as i backed out of the driveway.
and see the thing about the end of my driveway, is that i had shovelled it, but not gotten around to shovelling it after the plow had gone through. i had been making sure that my tires were approximately in the same place each time i had backed out or pulled in over the weekend. but i hadn't been laughing my way out of the driveway. and this morning, i was. and mere seconds after i realized that the four foot snow bank was a little too close to the side of my car, i got stuck. the majority of my car was in the street and the very key last two tires were stuck in the plow pile.
no stinkin' way. i tried to push with my feet. no budge. i popped my trunk and grabbed my shovel. i dug out all the snow from underneath my car. no budge. i'm sure my neighbors, if they had been watching thought i'd gone mad, as i laughed my way around the car. the tears, they were starting to come. you know those tears that you can't keep in? from deep withing? the ones that only come when something is so incredibly funny? those were the ones joining me as i finally got my tires to move.
and thus my monday started.
posted by julie @ 10:51 AM
2 Comments:
Love this story - you're making me smile today.
well, if you needed a smile today than i'm glad to help, friend.
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