The Mrs. decides she is
called (another of her 'visions' perhaps) to go to work at the Dr's office this morning.
Ohio is layered with ice, after 12 hrs.
First.
Then blowing snow all night.
Step one: garage door is frozen to the ground*. I get it thawed.(with salt)
She backs out, straightens out.
Moves about 6 feet.....I close the garage door and go make coffee. I'm not going to watch.
There's a knock on the door.
I put cream in my coffee.
Another knock.
Daughter hollers - "Dad, someone's knocking on the door!"
Me: "It's my Vietnam book from Thrift Books - he'll leave it on the table."
Went looking for a cookie.
Found one, petted the dog and went to the door.
"Honey....- I'm stuck."
"How far'd you get?"
She points to the end of the driveway.
"Sarah, put your boots on....your mother is stuck."
The pet reindeer in the yard watched the whole sad event....
Stig
*she called her boss. The good doctor's garage door is frozen to the ground!
the Chevy Silvertomato is relegated to live outdoors (what?, I'm going to leave the scooters out there!?)
