The skies were clear when I left for work yesterday, but it started snowing soon after I got into the office and didn't stop all day. It was almost a blizzard. My co-workers and I even heard thundersnow!
When I left work, I discovered that the snow was the worst kind—slippery and wet. I almost fell over three times in a 10-minute walk. I got back to my parking spot to find the car embedded in 6–8 inches of freshly fallen fluff.
I don't think that quite does it justice. I took this picture from too far away for you to really see the depth of the snow.
Here we go. This is what the curb looked like at the corner:
At least the sun was still out?
So I got out the snow scraper, cleared off the car, and attempted to drive out of that parking spot.
Nothing doing. I maneuvered every which way, but the car was good and stuck.
Fortunately Frank keeps a shovel in the back seat for occasions such as these. So I got the shovel, and I cleared a path for each of the wheels. It took me a good 15–20 minutes. But at the end of it, with some muttered prayers and much slamming on the gas, I was able to get out of the spot and drive home. I felt like Superwoman.
Lots of women have done impressive things while pregnant. Queen Isabel of Spain led her troops into battle while expecting a baby. I may not have ridden at the front of my troops, but I did shovel my way out of a parking spot at 7 months pregnant, and I'm pretty proud of that.