Yesterday I wrote about the snowstorm which produced much less snow than predicted. It turned into icy rain, producing three inches of ice on top of five inches of fresh snow. I could have shoveled the snow, but the hard layer of ice was more than I could remove.
I thought I was prepared because I had contacted the man who usually cuts my grass and clears snow if I need it. Well, late this morning I got a text from him saying that his truck had broken down so he couldn’t come until he got it fixed. By mid-afternoon, I was getting concerned because that ice was getting harder in the frigid temperatures.
I heard a truck and looked out to see if it was Lawrence, but it was a man who tromped through the snow to a neighbor’s door to see if she wanted her driveway cleared. She had already arranged for someone else to do it. He saw me watching him from my porch and asked if I wanted my driveway cleared. His price seemed reasonable, considering that there was ice to cut through, so I told him to please go ahead.
I was glad to get the driveway cleared but I did not attempt to drive anywhere. The main streets in town were okay by then, but could easily get icy patches as the sun got low in the sky. I remember living in the mountains just west of here and how the roads would get icy around 4 o’clock in the afternoon.
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