Everyone tells me that this is highly unusual. The temperatures, the snow, the whole dang thing! They are concerned about me, being from the South and not accustomed to a snow fall every single week! According to them, neither are they! I'm going to play this hand to the dire end! Poor little southerner, scared of the snow.
Actually, I was feeling cocky this morning. It took me thirty minutes to dig myself out of the drifts and the accumulated snow on the car. For a few dreadful moments I thought I had burnt up my windshield wiper motor, but alas, only frozen. When I finally began driving I was alright. I took a longer route to work that avoided the expressway, which is the kiss of death in the dark before seven a.m. on snow filled sleety and ice kissed days.
The frozen wiper reminded me of an afternoon long ago when I drove from Ashland Kentucky to home on I-64 in the midst of a blizzard. I had to pull over because my windshield wipers were frozen and ineffective. A family friend was at the gas station I landed in and helped me thaw them out. That afternoon I took the longest drive of my life. I was behind semi's and in a white out snow storm.
I realized that eight inches of snow, powder snow with no ice, was not something to be afraid of.
Hell, I went through a category four hurricane!!!
Like I said, I was feeling cocky. Then I began to skid a little. Reality bites.