Negative Five

I've never really been a fan of snow. Not since I've been a grown up and had to try to drive in to work. Years ago I did try to drive to work in the snow and ended up in the ditch. My kids were in the car at the time. No one was hurt, but it's one of the reasons they hate me to this day.

Yesterday most of the roads in the entire state of Kansas were closed, so I didn't feel too bad about calling out to my very new job. Not quite at my 90 day mark.

Yesterday the snow was over 3 feet high surrounding my house. My car was completely buried. I got bundled up and attempted to dig a path from the front door, (had to be careful getting out since there was over an inch of thick ice on the front steps) to the car, but had to give up half way there. I am reminded that I'm becoming an old lady.

I came in and was listening to a podcast. They were playing a snippet of a song about being a soldier for Christ and how nothing would defeat them, including the weather. I said to myself, Ok Lord, I will get all bundled up again and give it another try. But then I heard a noise outside. I looked out the window. The manager of the park was using his mini CAT to scoop bucketfuls of snow off my driveway and away from the car. Then he got out a shovel and made a trail from my front door to the driveway. I almost cried. It was like a miracle. I stuck my head out the door and thanked him profusely. He told me that I was most welcome and that I should put some salt on my front steps. Which I did.

Now I'm sitting here trying to decide if I'm going to try to drive to work this morning. The roads are open, but my drive to work is all back roads with no shoulders or barriers and six foot deep ditches on either side. I need more coffee.