Once again, last week we got hit with snow.
This time about 10 to 12 inches on top of what was already there. I wanted to
scream. With these temps in the single digits and below zero it was bone
chilling to say the least. Forget global warming. I daresay we are entering the
next Ice Age. Old Man Winter is really starting to get on my nerves. For those of you who love the fluffy white
stuff, I agree it can be beautiful. But when you are older it causes
complications. All this cleaning off cars and shoveling is getting more than a
little tedious. It's downright stressful and physically exhausting. Frustrated
because my car was buried in a snowdrift that I couldn't dig out from. I hurt
my back trying. I honestly didn't know what to do. What would happen in an emergency? None of
the neighbors offered a helping hand. My husband's COPD prevented him from
doing much of anything outside. So it looked like I was stuck here, housebound,
indefinitely. I prayed for a miracle.
And on Sunday morning it arrived. Two strangers, angels in a pickup truck,
knocked at our front door and asked if we needed help digging out. We said,
"YES!" And they went to work. When they finished my hubby gave them
$30 for their trouble. It was a small price to pay for peace of mind and freedom
from the snow that had been holding us prisoners.
