Orange Hoodie

1. One thing I’ve noticed with snowstorms is that the neighborhood suddenly becomes much friendlier. People I’ve said, at the most, hello to are out shoveling their walks and eager for some small talk, a chance to say, basically, “Wow, what a storm!” You pass people on the street (because everyone’s walking on the street rather than sidewalks) and everyone smiles and says hello. It’s like a sudden comradery is formed as we experience this whole bizarre snow thing together.

2. I just went outside to begin digging out my car. There’s just no way. There’s simply too much snow. I managed to brush about a foot off of the car (maybe half of the snow) before I was beaten down by the complete futility. What’s the point when the car’s not going anywhere? On the driver’s side/road side, the snow is piled up to the windows of the car. There’s just too much of it. It’s not as bad on the sidewalk side, but it’s high enough that there’s no way to open the doors. Digging out isn’t going to happen. I need to accept that until it melts (March?), I am a pedestrian/public transportation user.