
Sunset Palms Cozumel
It snowed today. It’s still snowing as I’m typing this. The above photo is the background on my phone right now. This is not by accident. It’s hard to be grumpy when you have that kind of view, even if it is on a handheld device.
I got to take the new car to school, making my commute somewhat ordinary, albeit exhilarating. I’m amazed by Subaru. Absolutely amazed. I sing their praises every time I make it up our hill without breaking a sweat. I wonder if this feeling will wear off?
I got home to find out that Daddy needed Sue (the new car) to go in to work. Normally, on days like this, he can work from his home office, but not today. He was needed in the office. He gave me some lame excuse about needing the new car so that he could make it home tonight. He wasn’t amused at my advice to just pack a toothbrush and change of clothes.
His meeting started before I needed to pick up Claire from school.
My buns started getting cold just thinking about what this meant.
I let him take Sue. (I thought about hiding the keys, but he has his own set. Foiled.) For the record, the heated seats are totally wasted on him. He doesn’t set them on full-blast, and he doesn’t run them continuously. He just doesn’t appreciate them like I do.
Before this discussion, as I was shoveling, I’d watched the garbage truck slide half-way down our hill. ”Well, I scraped that snow off the street for ya,” the guy said as he went to grab our recycling bins. “Unfortunately, that just uncovered all that ice.”
Getting Claire from school was a piece of cake. Malli does well in the snow. She’s front-wheel drive, and I’m rather skilled (if I do say so myself.) On the way back, our ice covered street got the best of me, though. I made it half-way up before she gave it all she had. All she had wasn’t quite good enough. Twice.
I was in no mood to try my luck the 3rd time, for fear that the jumbled words I was muttering would reorganize into their proper format and fill Claire’s head with a colorful tale.
I could see it now. ”Grandma, what does &$%^*ing *&#@#$%er mean?”
I got turned around and parked at the bottom of the hill. I rang the doorbell and chatted with the neighbor that lived there. She said it was perfectly fine to park there, but she could do one better. She got on the phone and talked to the elderly lady that lived across the street from her. They both insisted that I park in her driveway, off the street and out of the way of careening garbage trucks.
As we trudged up the hill, I thought happy thoughts. I may not have the wonderful view on my phone, but I have wonderful neighbors.