wimping out

Tomorrow is garbage day. Last week on garbage day we had the ice storm that led to a state of emergency being declared here. So this week I thought I'd better put the garbage out even though it was supposed to snow. It did snow; it snowed heavily if intermittently all morning, and I gave up the idea of going to the grocery, since I didn't really need anything, and I put off changing the address on my driver's license for about the fifteenth time, and did laundry and vacuumed and sorted papers instead. 

Late in the afternoon I went out to try to load the garbage in the Jeep. After I'd swept an inch and a half of dry powdery snow off the walks, and off the Jeep, and scraped some ice off the windshield, and put today's garbage in the container--it's about half full after two weeks--I looked at the distance between the container and the Jeep: about fifteen feet irregularly piled with inch thick chunks of ice that have avalanched off the roof. I gave up. The weather has to get better soon. I didn't try driving the Jeep up to the road to see if I have last week's mail now that I've put the mailbox back up, or if the snowplow has blown the box off the post again. One of today's abandoned projects was to attach the box more firmly than it was before. 

I'm still enjoying not having to go anywhere.