Last Wednesday as I was getting ready for work, I looked out the window
and saw my car looked like this.We finally had a night so cold that all the windows were covered with frost. I was already running late and running out the door. So I had to start up my car to run the defrost, and then find the window scraper I hadn't used since last May, or maybe June. I forget. It took a while to locate the scraper in the little cubby slot under the mat in the hatch that is carefully designed to hold a fishing rod. Scrape, scrape, grumble grumble.
Many homes in this part of the world have a garage. We don't because the only logical place for one would cover up my big kitchen window. NOT an option. And, besides, if we had a garage we'd just fill it with junk so a car wouldn't fit in it anyway. Whatever. Wednesday I was late for work.
Thursday morning when I looked out the window
my car looked like this.
Well, I knew where the scraper was, but I figured I could walk to work faster than I could warm up the car and clear the windows. To add insult, I was about halfway there when the boss passed me in his fancy pickup (he's got a big roomy garage). He honked his horn and kept on going down the street. I was late again.
Friday I remembered to warm up the car so the defrost cleared the windows. I even remembered this morning. About the time this little procedure becomes second nature, the winter will be over and I won't need to do it. Wait. What am I thinking. I will be defrosting my car for the next seven months. I think I'll have this down long before we hear a robin sing again.