Ms. Hunting Creek is a writer in Virginia. Her work has appeared in The Toast, The Airship, The Washington Post, and Medium. When she isn't rooting for the California Golden Bears, she designs textile art, reads cookbooks in bed, and wrangles two cats, a golden retriever, and her husband..
Monday, February 8, 2010
Chilly Wind and Downy Flake
Feel like a picnic?
Snow is deeper than our dogs are high
They have to walk in Mr. Hunting Creek's wheel marks
The plows have not been to our neighborhood, so Mr. Hunting Creek shouldered his shovel (worth its weight in gold hereabouts) and dug out the cars. Then he dug out our driveway. Then he worked on our end of the cul de sac. Then he drove to the highway to see how bad it was. It was bad. He drove to get some milk. He reported back that some neighborhoods had been plowed. He suspected that since our governor was now a Republican, that the Republican neighborhoods had been plowed first. Since he worked on the campaign last year, he knows which are which. I suggested that this must be a coincidence, that maybe those neighborhoods were closer to the highway, or just lucky. He remained suspicious.
The plows still have not been here. More snow is expected tomorrow. If you don't have 4WD, you aren't going anywhere. (Unless you live on a Republican street?
Just sayin'...)
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I'm about to pull the City Hall card and beg someone to plow us out.
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