Ice, Ice, Baby

Remember snow?

I remember when I was a kid, there was a magical formula that my winters revolved around. Temperature less than or equal to 32 degrees plus precipitation equalled SNOW! It was so easy, even an 6-year old could follow along.

I wish it would snow. Instead, we got ice. Thankfully, nothing as bad as last winter (at least, so far). But it's still yicky and slippy and whatnot.

Here's the nighttime view from my driveway. Last night my wife and I heard tire noises and went out to investigate. On that street in front of us was an SUV trying to get up his driveway. The house just off-camera to the right had a rear-wheel drive truck that was trying to do the same thing. He wound up pirouetting the truck all the way around without ever leaving his driveway. It's a miracle he didn't hit anything.

And directly in front of our house, a truck with chains and no traction was trying to pull a minivan with no traction. He got happy with the accelerator once and nearly ripped off the mini's front axle.

For a solid 20 minutes, there were spinning tire noises coming from at least one direction, often two. At least three times I looked at my wife and said, "Well, there goes the mailbox." Somehow it never got hit, but it was a matter of inches.

Today, I will almost certainly work from home. Stupid ice.