Yesterday morning, a good friend dropped her daughter off at my place–early–before taking her older two on to a day of homecoming festivities. The little drive that my neighbors and I share provides two ways in and out from my place. After a few days of snow and high speed winds, it’s hard to tell which is the better route to take. Well, I guess she chose the wrong one, because the next few minutes found us shoveling and pushing and spinning tires until a neighbor came to our rescue. This neighbor is not my biggest fan (or, he’s not the biggest fan of five noisy kids), so that was a humbling experience. But we all smiled frozen smiles (not fake, just literally frozen) and Friend A was on her way in a flash.
I’m calling her Friend A because much later in the day, Friend B came to join me for the last hour or two of Sabbath. We lazied around and listened to sermons, and when it was time for her to leave, I said goodbye as I ran to grab something from my parents’ (if you’re new here, I am a single mom to five and I live behind my parents in the cutest little trailer park in northern New Mexico). As I was leaving my parents’, two cooking pots in hand, I heard the sickening sound of spinning tires. It couldn’t be. I couldn’t be stupid enough to have not warned Friend B about Friend A…right?
It’s been cold here. Really cold. It barely ever makes it above zero in the day time; and after dark, ten below is “a warm night”. It was not a warm night as we used two shovels for one hour to do our level best to pry her loose. We had a few Valjean moments, but it wouldn’t budge. If there was ever a mountain woman try, though, we gave it. Lying flat on the deep snow covered ground in my pjs and a coat to chip Antarctica from under your truck is mountain-tough, right? In the end, her husband came to her rescue (I would have a much better story if he hadn’t, I’m sure). Friend B (who just so happens to be one of my very favorite people on planet earth) is moving to a warmer climate this week, and I’m not sure we could have a better going away memory. I told you we’d be laughing about it, later! And really, we weren’t ever not laughing. Cause that’s what we do best.
I’m going to miss you, mountain woman!
Personal P.S. Does your back hurt today, or am I really that out of shape?!