The northwestern U.S. has had some pretty copious snowfall the last couple weeks. In fact, in my area, it’s the most there’s even been over such a period – at least since the 1800s when folks started keeping track of this kind of thing.
Although the main roads have been pretty well maintained, the residential roads got so bad that I beached my low-clearance sedan in the middle of the street five times in a two-day period, unable to free myself (one of the times I needed to get towed!), but the futile effort to do so, with all the digging and chipping and pushing, screwed my back up, which has left me mobility-challenge for the last three days.
Fortunately, someone was finally able to smooth out my street yesterday, so leaving or returning to the house is no longer quite so perilous. At least for the moment – the snow might start up again next week.
Facebook presented me with these two entries in direct sequence the other day.
I can’t help but feel there’s some sort of existential metaphor here. (>^-‘)>
On a related topic, the closure of that and other local libraries is due to the greatest amount of snow this area has ever received since I’ve lived here. My car is stuck on the street and none of the usual tricks have been successful extricating it. It’s not very cool.