Once upon a time, when the child in me was alive and young, I loved snow. I had no conception of adulthood.. adulthood featuring driving in ice storms, traveling in inches of snow, and trying to force cars out of ditches after storms.
But tonight, all of those things occurred at once. And I cursed the snow..cursed the winter..and said goodbye to childhood memories of being stuck in a house.
And to conclude the night, my wife’s car is now stuck in a ditch, waiting anxiously for a tow truck to arrive and hopefully get it out without incident–ironically the car is stuck in our own driveway..
News tonight that another few inches of snow may be on the way tomorrow night–and a bigger storm next week–isn’t making matters better.
Maybe after the car is out, I am comfortable in a warm home with hot coffee, that childlike anticipation of snow will come back.
Maybe.
