The Monkey And The Plywood Violin

So, last night it snowed a foot, all at once. I carefully moved my car to the place I thought was the right one, so as to avoid a ticket. Guess what was the wrong choice! So, today I was well plowed in, with probably 4-6 inches still on the road, and a ticket in my car. I also owned no snow shovel.

Thankfully, samadi and space_geek_ken were on hand, and were willing to help me dig out. We initially began this project with two cookie sheets and a dustpan, but my building manager was kind enough to loan us 1.5 snowshovels (one was cracked), and not to laugh at us.

Eventually, we dug out of the snow bank and got onto the road, but all parking places were taken by then, except the ones we needed to shovel into, and rush hour was on. After much circling, getting slightly stuck, skidding and so forth, we decided that we needed to go buy a shovel for the car and some kitty litter. We went off to walmart, discovered they had naught, and picked up a very small snow shovel (probably for kids) and the litter at Big Lots, instead, since people apparently hadn't managed to raid there yet. Then there was a glorious stuffing of selves and Baker's Square, and the dreaded return. Upon which, we found that the parking space I'd carefully moved out of last night was vacant, and that the car fit nicely. The end.

I don't want to go on any more adventures. Also, we are looking into short term garage storage for the car during the wintery apocalypse.

Having a good day at last, after a nasty patch of late. I did more work in the first five or six hours of today than in the whole of yesterday. I have decided to post about it because too much of my journal is griping and such. Eight articles down, another two to go, minimum, but that should be no great trial.
( the million joys of mundanity )