I Hate Winter

I really hate winter. I mean, I REALLY hate winter. While spiders still hold the Number One spot on my personal Hate Chart, I think that winter has climbed past clowns and cilantro into Number Two.

I've had trouble with my car this winter that I've not had in the past two years that I've been back in Iowa. I suspect that it's the extreme cold. We will see if I am correct if it's still happening when it finally warms up. I will admit that I still drive my little eco-mobile that gets excellent gas mileage. I love the little thing! It's cute and great any time of the year other than winter. It runs fine and starts reliably, it just gets stuck on nothing. It just doesn't get any traction on the snow-packed icy streets, and I get stuck on nothing. If you see a very small orange car with the wheels spinning and going nowhere, it's likely me.

Just a while ago, the guys that we hired to do snow removal arrived. We need them to remove it around where I park my car, so I knew that I needed to move it. Thinking this was going to be a quick thing, I just put my husband's boots on over my slippers and threw on my jacket, not bothering with gloves. And has been happening lately, my car was stuck in place. They helped push it out of its spot, and I creeped it out of my driveway and down the street. My intention was to turn around to park nearer to the house, but was afraid that it would get stuck and left it in the parking lot of a business up the street and have my husband deal with it when he gets home.

On my way back to the house, I tripped over my clown shoes, and fell into the deep snow in the front yard. Did I mention that I wasn't wearing my hat and gloves? I fell in a goofy position with my feet every which way, and had a heck of a time even getting back onto my feet in those giant boots. By the time I did, I was covered head to toe in snow and my neighbors probably thought that they had spotted the Yeti in my front yard.

Did I mention that I hate winter?