I just finished reading An Ocean in Iowa: A Novel by Peter Hedges, an Iowa author. (He also wrote What’s Eating Gilbert Grape.) It’s about a year in the life of 7-year-old Scotty Ocean. As I read the last word in the book, I just wanted to gather Scotty in my arms and give him a big hug. I can’t do that, so I’ll go hug my own 7-year-old boy.
I had to wait until I could feel my feet again before I posted this. We cleared the driveway, which I’m sure we’ll have to do again in the morning.
We even had to clear part of the highway. I don’t think the snowplows were out today, and I saw they weren’t being sent out tonight. That means the whole highway might be closed tomorrow.
The mail carrier surprised me. He actually tackled a good 2 feet of snow and a huge drift in front of our mailbox to deliver our mail. Thanks, Jerry!
We have lots more digging out in our future. And I hope the LP gas lasts throughout the winter because I don’t think we’ll see the tank until spring. It’s buried under a good 5 feet of snow drift.
And if this were a horror movie? This would be the point when the scary voice would whisper-shout, “Get out!”
I’m not sure I want to know. Unless the answer is “no more.”
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Somebody didn’t get the memo about the snow plow coming through.
Yep. That’s a car under there.
