-Buried Car In Early Winter
I'll blame my morning routine problem also on my new hair style. I bought a set of electric curlers reminiscent of my college days. This was a daily routine decades ago. Out of practice, all weekend, I lined up the colors of clips that coordinated with the various sized curlers. Rolled my hair over and over for speed, efficiency and quality curl. I thought I had it down. An added dilemma was should I shower first or curl first? Or shower with or without curlers in my hair? See why I was a bit late this morning?
Opening the door and stepping outside, my feet crunched the snow. My curly hair blew a bit in the wind. For a moment I thought that my efforts toward beautification would be for naught. Looking at my car, I knew I had bigger obstacles. I had forgotten about the snowy icy mess. I had forgotten that I would have to chip and scrape and scrape and chip. With scraper in hand, I began. It was hard going and I wondered if I would have the endurance to finish the job. Portholes carved in snow were just not safe. My arms ached. My breathing quickened. I moved from window to window until the glass was cleared. It seemed to take forever.
On the drive to work, I began counting the cars that did not have evidence of snow or ice. I felt a tinge of jealousy toward the owners of clean cars. However I noted, there were an equal number of cars that had layers of ice and snow everywhere but the windshield and back window. Gripping the wheel a bit tighter, I smiled knowing that I wasn't the only soul to wrestle with the elements this morning. We are the hardy ones who got a work-out before starting the car. Oh and by the way, tomorrow will be a straight hair day!