Old Man Winter has arrived in the Northland and I believe he’s here to stay. I spotted his RV parked in an empty lot down the street and it looks like he’s not planning on going anywhere anytime soon. I think he’s shackin’ up with Mother Nature these days and it’s pretty disturbing. Can’t they vacation in Arizona like the rest of the old folks?
There’s always things worth mentioning as we hunker down, snuggle up and start drinking hot totties.
A four-hour trip turned into a five plus hour trip after Thanksgiving weekend because drivers have completely forgotten how to actually drive in the snow. Going 15 MPH doesn’t help anyone, especially when the roads aren’t THAT bad. I realize you have no idea you just caused that 27 car pile up but it was you, completely you.
I spotted a car that had slid through a stoplight, as I approached I thought, I should stop and help them push the car out. As I got close, I realized they had slid through the light, went in the ditch, taken out a pole and completely abandoned their car. As if they said “oh crap, well, nothing I can do, I’ll come back for it later” and walked home. No cops, no other cars, nothing.
Snowplow drivers will get the finger more in the next four to five months then any other drivers on the planet. As if they can help that you JUST finished shoveling the sidewalk when they come by and push snow back on it. And they can’t help that you JUST finished shoveling what they pushed back on the sidewalk and they do it again. And they certainly can’t help that when you throw your shovel at their truck because it happened for the third time, that your shovel gets run over and lays mutilated in the street. On a serious note, I do respect these people, they put endless hours in during the middle of the night so that we can have decent roads and parking lots. Try to wave normal at them in between waving with the middle finger.
I will wish every single day for a man to be around to shovel, put plastic on the windows, take care of me when I’m sick, warm my side of the bed up and all sorts of other winter chores. When summer comes I may change my mind and send him back but for now I will wish.
I can’t wait to see all the dog crap that doesn’t get picked up sitting on top of the snow in our yard. Not only will it be on the neighbor’s side it will be on my side as well…and I don’t have dogs. It’s so pleasant to look at everyday and I like it a lot when they leave a present for me on my sidewalk. My hope is to look like a bunch of rednecks who can’t be bothered to pick up after their pets. Makes such a great impression when I have company. And I can’t even tell you how awesome it is when spring comes and everything thaws, gets mooshy and smells….it’s so great.
I’m looking forward to falling somewhere between 5 and 100 times. I have a tendency to not stay on my feet at times anyway so when you add snow and ice it really makes for a busy falling season. Good thing I packed some extra pounds on the old tush so I have plenty of padding when I fall. Here’s to a bruised ass for the next five months and several chiropractor visits.
We will start drinking things that we never would otherwise. I will choke down a hot brandy with lemon when I get a cold or sore throat, only because Mom used to say “drink that, it will help”. It sure did, I passed right out and forgot about my illness. Bars will blow the dust off their microwaves for hot totties and will stock up on Bailey’s so they can serve it with hot chocolate or coffee.
I will put winter survival stuff in my car. Boots, blankets, a jacket, hats and gloves. I don’t actually wear a jacket unless it’s well below zero but figure I better have one in the car just in case. I do wear gloves though, I’m not completely insane. For those of you who have read my book, you know that I needed those things when I found the ditch one evening in the middle of nowhere. On my 5 hour trip a few days ago I panicked because I did not have those things in my car. I would have looked pretty silly with no coat, hat or gloves if something had went awry.
We will see poofing out of chests and ‘my truck is bigger than yours’ wars until 4WD is no longer needed. This time of year gives those boys who have big trucks a license to drive fast, act 16 and think women should not be on the road. I just nod and smile, all the time thinking to myself “I can’t wait until I see you in the ditch a mile down the road in need of my help”.
And last but not least for now, if anyone is driving by on 21st Street and sees me laying in my front yard unconscious please call 911, I probably collapsed from shoveling or perhaps fell and hit my head instead of my ass. Stay and make sure the good-looking EMTs are the ones working on me, I don’t need the toothless guy who hasn’t showered in a week giving me CPR.