1800: snow

We got a pretty big snowfall this week. Like, it was 50 degrees today, but roads still needed to be plowed big.

It started Wednesday night, so we set up contingencies. I got off work early and the brunt of it hit when Renée got off work, so I hunkered down at home and she got a room at work. Since it started snowing before I got home (it began earlier than forecast), I left my car uphill and around the corner, as to not have a repeat of a month ago in a rental car.

Oh, have I mentioned that we are less than 7 days from me not having my car for 30 days? For a simple minor accident?

At 10 p.m., it looked like this

It was bad, but not really bad.

It was bad, but not really bad.

Then, when I opened the door at 8 a.m. Thursday, it looked like this.

Well, shit. Where's that snow shovel I bought last year?

Well, shit. Where’s that snow shovel I bought last year?

I had to work Thursday, so I got a ride in. The snow had stopped but the road I parked on and my street are down the list of roads to be plowed, although I’m less than a block from a road that’s near the top of the list. Also, I’ve heard that a stretch of my street is private and got incorporated into the city system by accident at some point in history. This information came from an article, so I wondered if that was why nothing got done to it officially until late today.

I got home fairly early Thursday. It was still snowing then. Although I knew I couldn’t get out, I decided to make an attempt to get the foot of snow of the frickin’ Prius. I knew it was forecast to be quite warm today, so I got myself a head start.

This is how it looked before I got the snow off the car and the people on the street started doing what they could to reopen the street in lieu of plows.

I could have driven Nicole out of this. If I cut the wheel harder and gunned the engine, I wouldn't have hit that pole. Also, If I weren't on the street I was on, I wouldn't have hit that pole.

I could have driven Nicole out of this. If I cut the wheel harder and gunned the engine, I wouldn’t have hit that pole. Also, If I weren’t on the street I was on, I wouldn’t have hit that pole.

While I was shoveling, I was greeted by a motley crew who lived in the house I parked in front of. They offered to completely dig me out, but I declined because there was no point. Then they offered to let me warm up inside, which was awesome.

Of course I know people who know them. Did I need to mention that?

I made new friends, stayed for a few hours then wandered back downhill. Not long after that, I got a text from a stir-crazy Renée: The snow had stopped. She could not stay snowed in at work anymore. Although I couldn’t get her, she was going home.

I opened the front door at nearly midnight to see her walking up the street, as the coworker who drove her across town knew the vehicle couldn’t get to our door.

This morning, it shot up to the upper 40s/low 50s, so I figured it was time to dig out. I got out successfully, got to UVa and then parked back in my spot around the corner whilst I carved out a space for myself in front of the house. After that, I helped my new friends dig out their sidewalk and we became Facebook official. After that, I helped a stuck woman with two small children then took a walk. Because the last 24 hours of so have made me feel like a badass. Especially all of the walking uphill and downhill.

And now I’m sore. So, so sore.

If anything, this minor disaster got neighbors talking and working together. That’s what a community is. It’s a little ridiculous that we’ve gone a year and some change without really making friends here, but our schedules make it tough. At least this snowfall seems to have a bright side.

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