I am not built for winter. I know this full well, but sadly continue to put myself through it every year. Not once have I taken a year off of winter, despite my desire to do so. Last night, the rain that had been coming down since early yesterday morning, turned to slush. I hate slush. I hate it when it piles up at the corner of streets making it impossible to keep your shoes, pants, etc. dry when all you want to do is get to the other side of the road. I hate the way it squishes, and you can never be too sure that you are not about to keel over and break into the splits. And I hate that as I watched it fall in massive clumps on my car, I knew it would eventually freeze over and leave me with an icebox of a vehicle come morning.
So ever the smart cookie, I brushed my car off at 6:30, 9:00 and again just before bed at midnight. Midnight was the worst, as it was cold, and dark, and as I was brushing the slush from my car, big, fat, soft, white flakes started falling...so as quickly as I was cleaning the car, the snowflakes were covering it up (I am thinking, of course, in the neurotic way that only I can, that this might have something to do with the book I have just finished...Wintersmith (Terry Pratchett...awesome series)...and the universe has somehow decided that showing me it can be much worse should make the paltry 20 cm of snow I did get seem like a walk in the park). I am getting ahead of myself.
Knowing full well that there would still be snow in the morning, I set my alarm for 5:00 a.m. At 5:30, I finally dragged my ass out of bed, put on my comfy togs, and (of course after grabbing my freshly brewed coffee) headed outside to face what horrors awaited me. I will post pictures when I get home...however I was mortified. I wanted to cry. I knew the car was in there...somewhere. I am very enviro-conscieous, as well as very cheap, and cannot justify letting a vehicle run for 30 minutes because my ass doesn't feel like brushing off the snow.
So I brushed...and drank coffee...and brushed...went downstairs and woke up my daughter...back upstairs and brushed...went downstairs and got myself into clothes; again asked my daughter to get dressed...went upstairs and brushed...went downstairs and physically dressed my now screaming because she is a big girl and can do it herself daughter...went upstairs and started the car...came back in and got boots, mittens, snow coat, et al. on...then proceeded to drive over the snow on the driveway (I hated this...I really cannot stand when people don't shovel their drives) reaching a top speed of about 5 km...and safely made it to my daughter's school.
Sadly, in the 3 minutes which my car was off (had to take her in the school and help her get undressed), my car was, yet again, covered. This time, I just drove.
I hate winter. (I have decided to get over the depression I am feeling towards it, I will go and check out the knitting books at the local Coles during my lunch hour. That should help...and yes, I know that I have entirely too many projects on the go for me to THINK of starting another one, but it never hurts to be prepared.)