Snowmageddon 2015

Snow day #5. Both schools and the gym are closed. The heat is on (it wasn't for last week's storm). The wireless is working. I'm in my pajamas. It's really no different from a non-Snowmageddon day, except my butt is pretty much welded to the sofa.

I live on a small hill.  My driveway is flat and leads to a garage at the same level as the basement. Don't ask me how, but the garage is ancient, older than the rest of the house. The doors are old and cantankerous and threaten to fall apart if you so much as look at them wrong, so opening one is a delicate balance between yanking it hard enough to open it, without yanking so hard that you end up with a pile of matchsticks, Usually, I don't bother. I just leave the car outside and take stairs up the hill to the front door.  

Before the first snowstorm, I piled everything in the garage at the very back and then attempted to pull the car in. To do this successfully, you have to verrrrrrry carefully push the door up as far as it will go, and slowly, so it doesn't bounce back down. And then you have to unscrew the antennae from the car, because is an extra four inches the garage door can't take. And then you pull in, inch by inch, because the door tends to slide back down and scrapes the hell out of the roof. And of course, if you go out, you have to go through  the same thing, opening the door verrrrrrry carefully and backing out and then getting out of the car to close the door, walking on eggshells to get the stupid door shut but still intact. 

And honestly, this is all too much work for me, so I'm staying inside.