Here’s one thing I miss now that I’m not working at the TV station: leaving the house! I have an awful case of cabin fever. That’s why this afternoon when Helaine asked if I’d retrieve the trash cans I jumped at the chance.
It felt good to be outside. The wind was calm. The Sun was shining. It’s in the low 30°s but feels a lot better.
On the other hand my driveway could still be used as a bobsled run. It’s not exactly ice and not exactly snow. It is solid and slippery.
Getting to the trash cans was tricky too. Our mixed precipitation has totally changed the state of the snow pack. It’s now similar in structure to a Cadbury Creme Egg¹ with a hard exterior covering a soft center.
The trash cans were in the street. The lids were atop the four to five feet of ice encrusted permasnow that’s been plowed to the curbline (Just a guess. We probably won’t see the curbline until June). I literally had to find a foothold and then ice climb to get them.
The same procedure applied to getting the mail. Our mailbox is buried in plowed snow. The nearest street access is now three or four feet away. I found a flatish area of ice around two feet up, climbed to it, then spread myself against the ice pile to reach in.
Bills and junkmail! Was this really worth the risk?
It was still nice get out. I’ll have to do it more often.
¹ – Is there anyone who couldn’t go for a Cadbury Creme Egg right about now? They’re the poor man’s Zoloft!