Good Afternoon -
Just woke up after a fitful sleep. . .
We're getting lots of snow, as expected. The commute to work, last night, was a bit scary. At that time, there was about 3" of snow on the ground in most places and most of the roads that I use for the commute haven't been plowed. Knowing that this might be the case, I left for work early by about 1/2 hour. This allowed me to travel slow and cautiously, between 25 to 35 MPH. Thankfully, I got to work safe and sound, and on time. This morning, it was still snowing, but most of the roads have been plowed. So the travel back home was fairly uneventful. I was awfully tired, though, and did stop 1/2 home to rest my eyes.
Then came the last 1/10th of the mile home. . . my driveway. . .
It hadn't been plowed. But being the really, really foolish person that I can be, sometimes, I attempted to drive up the driveway. Well, after many, many, many, many attempts to "drive" up the driveway which included sliding back down many, many, many, many times (sometimes sideways), I got stuck. Really, really stuck. Stuck on the slide slope of my driveway against tall young trees.
During this time, my loving wife was outside. Interestingly, she was shoveling the top of our driveway. I believe she was doing this to let out nervous energy because, while shoveling, she was also witnessing my vein attempts to drive up the driveway, again and again and again and again.
When I go stuck - really, really stuck - I heard words out of her mouth that I haven't heard in a very long time. Beside being wildly bewildered by my action, she was wildly angry. Together, we feverishly shoveled the snow around the car in hopes to make it possible for my vehicle to become unstuck (so that the driveway get be safely plowed). During each shovel-full of snow, words kept on coming from a very bewildered and angry wife. Words out of her mouth were heard for miles. Literally. Our next door neighbors heard the commotion and came over to help.
Eventually, my loving yet woefully angry wife gave up, apologized to the neighbors, and went inside to get warm.
I stayed outside and shoveled some more. Another next-door neighbor came by and lent a helping hand. He put some tire chains under two of my tires. With the help of these chains, and a shoveled path underneath the tires that I did which showed bare ground, I managed to get my Jeep Cherokee free from being stuck. But this came with a cost. I smashed the passenger-side mirror and put significant dents to the passenger-side doors.
The driveway still ain't plowed. Although no longer in the driveway, my car is still at the bottom of our property, off the road. And, it's still snowing.
Just to let you know, this is not the first or second or third or even fourth time that cars have been stuck in our 1/10th mile long and steep driveway. Hence the understandably wild bewilderment and anger from my loving wife.
Amy is better and apologetic. I'm depressed. . .
It's still snowing. . .