Stir Crazy

While I’ve enjoyed the inclement weather immensely, this morning I started to get a little antsy. All that snow and sleet I mentioned previously forced me to stay inside for the entirety of the weekend. Literally. The other night after coming back home, the ice had become so bad (and the traction on my tires is completely worn) that I couldn’t get my car back up the drive into my garage! So, for the last two days my car has sat forlornly in the street outside my house.

Determined to emerge from my cave today and head for my heaven on earth (a.k.a. my newest coffee house find), I set about the overwhelming task of trying to move my car.

Tires spun. Interesting smells wafted. Menacing sounds threatened.

After several minutes of switching between drive, reverse, neutral and trying trick my tires into finding some patch of dry concrete to adhere to, I finally got my car to leave her temporary curbside habitat. Of course, none of this went unnoticed by the guy 2 houses down who had let his dog out and was watching with some amusement. (Single woman side rant: was there some sign on my forehead that said, “No, really. I’m the female Jeff Gordon. Got it all under control. Thanks anyway.” Sometimes a little help is all a gal’s asking for. Sigh.)

Currently, I’ve left all of my cares behind as I enjoy some good coffee house time. Ella’s crooning over the speakers; I’m typing away surrounded by a plethora of books on a variety of subjects; and I’m watching people pass by through the big picture window looking out on my little town's Main Street. The view’s exactly like the one in You’ve Got Mail when Meg Ryan’s sitting at the window in Starbucks reading Pride and Prejudice. Very charming. If you’re ever in my little corner, we’ll pay a visit.