I'm sure everyone knows by now that we got whacked with snow. I think all totaled we got something like 20 inches. The drifts are a good three feet high, some closer to 6 feet.
Joe had to go out and shovel by himself because I am gimpy. By the time he got down to the end of the driveway the snow was easily over 3 feet deep. So our driveway ends in kind of a v. It's two car lengths at the top and a little more than one car length at the bottom.
Due to a couple of back surgeries I haven't been driving since October. I started again about 3 or 4 weeks ago but last night was the first time I had driven at night. As you know, dark makes everything different when there are 6 foot snow drifts.
So when I'm backing out of the garage I'm thinking I need to swing to the left and then I hear CRUNCH! And I'm thinking awe hell, what did I run over. Then it hits me, I hit a snow drift. I had already closed the garage door so I pull forward trying not to hit it. I throw it into reverse and try again. It took me 3 times to get out of the driveway, serious swearing commences and I think there was frustrated waving of my fist at my husband who was in the house.
If you had been my neighbor you would have been looking out our window laughing your ass off. By the time I actually managed to get out of the driveway all I wanted to do was go back in the house and have a drink and relax.
I went out to dinner with a friend and told her the story and we had a good giggle about it. I mentioned that it was garbage night that evening and I wondered if I was going to have to run the garbage can over to get into the house.
Uhm yeah, I'm psychic. I pull in and manage to swing wide. Thank goodness. My husband, bless his heart decided it would be a good idea to place the recycling next to the garbage can leaving me a whole whopping 3 inches to get my car into the driveway. I had pictures in my mind of me dragging the recycling bin all the way up the drive and into the garage with me.
They say we are going to have these drifts for quite some time and I suppose after awhile I will probably get to be a pro at backing out without taking out a snowdrift or two...or leaving my bumper in the front yard but for now, I think I'll just drink a hot toddy and tell the hubs that I can't leave the house because I've grown attached to my taillights and side panels...