Saturday night, we took Nathan over to our friends Lisa and Branan’s house for the annual Nathan-Cooper Gift Exchange. I love this tradition of our boys trading gifts. I also love making them hug and kiss each other before they’re older and yelling, “OMG THAT IS SO WEIRD! CAN I PLEASE GET BACK TO STUDYING FOR THE LSAT? SOME OF US HAVE PRIORITIES!”
After we had wine and cheesecake, Lisa remarked that snow had started falling and so we bundled Nathan and Cooper and freed them onto the street. They spent a couple of minutes wobbling and running. Nathan was clearly stunned that he was let out on the street without my yelling, “Nathan! Come here! Come here! COME HERE!!!!”
I love snow in its early stages, especially when it’s the first time I hear someone whisper in amazement, “Look, it’s snowing!” I love it when it’s soft and doesn’t feel like you’re walking on crushed aspirin.
My love for snow was not so much the next day when we had to drive back to Lisa and Branan’s to retrieve my purse. I guess I could have left it there, credit card, driver’s license and all because really, with my credit rating, you’re lucky to get a reasonable low-interest loan on a Sea Doo.
We were about three blocks away from their house when we saw three stalled buses on the street. The road we were going to turn onto was completely iced over, so I got out of the car and make the trek on foot, passing cars pulled over to the side. I found that trying not to fall and crack a tooth is a great workout, especially since I was taking short geisha steps while slumped over, arms extended for balance. Nothing says sexy times like showing off some fine geriatric moves.
By the time I got back to the car, two of the buses were on the street, side by side, effectively blocking off the only safe way home. Mike asked the driver if he could just drive around the bus and the guy yelled back that unless Mike “crapped some chains” he would just have to wait. He directed us down a hill to which Mike said there was no way we would make it down there, but the bus driver blared that we were impeding him so instead of fighting with the guy, we drove down the hill and turned onto a side street. AN ICY SIDE STREET OF DEATH.
Mike revved the engine to try and mount a hill, but there was no traction. The wheels kept spinning the smell of rubber filled our noses. Then we were sliding. We slid for a few feet and then stopped within a foot of another car. There were parked cars on both sides of us and I kept thinking, “Please. The last thing we need is to buy this Honda Civic’s owner a new door.”
Mike maneuvered the car around and we attempted another side street. No luck. The tires spun, our engine squealed. We couldn’t drive up so we turned around and headed out where we came. Our only choice was to wait until the buses moved and we could head home.
I was so proud of Mike for handling the road conditions without any panic. I would be so screwed since I’s likely be driving my no-wheel drive car, effectively smashed up like these Portland drivers:
How do you handle driving in the snow? Do you panic like I do or are you in control? I bet you totally know what you’re doing behind the wheel. I’d be in your passenger seat anytime.