OMG

[opabinia]

That sucked. After regaining core temperature indoors, and donning the warm, sweet-smelling pants, I went outside to move my car. It had been plowed in again. This time, the snow was denser and wetter, and I didn't have a good shovel to work with.

After a lot of hard work (I mean, a lot), I got the car free. I went inside to get the girl, and in the five minutes it took us to get out the door, I GOT PLOWED IN AGAIN.

I repeated the procedure, except that this time, a gigantic plow truck approached as I was nearly done. I stood in his way, a couple of feet into the road from the side of my car. He stopped for a while, just kinda looking at me. I wasn't looking at him -- I was looking at the plow blade. He went around me, by a couple of centimeters. No problem. This happened one more time, I think with a different truck, with the same result. I really think I would have let them hit me. That seemed like a better thing that getting plowed in again. Guess I wasn't entirely rational at that point.

It took a long time to get home, and there were several incidents of getting stuck on the way. The hill to my apartment wasn't clear, so I left the car on Mass Ave. We'll see if it's there tomorrow.

Today sucked even more than that sounds. I left a lot of stuff out, because it makes me tired and mad just to think about it. On the upside, a number of people were very careful and very thoughtful, and I saw strangers helping each other out. I got help from strangers, too.

One of them even called me "dawg," in a good way. That felt good. He was shoveling out his girlfriend's Volvo, and I said "Rear wheel drive in the snow!" and pointed at my Volvo. He said "Diss ma girl's car. She think it's cute." I said "Ask her how cute she thinks it looks with an iceberg on top of it," and he cracked up and said "Sheeit, dawg. Dass right!"

Shout-out to Pavel: I'm dreadfully out of shape, but my back doesn't hurt after shoveling out SIX TIMES (count 'em, including the earlier post). Form!