So, what can I say? Would you like to hear about the deer I almost hit? On a winding mountain road? Stupid deer. He was mad close, I almost clipped him. It took me a few hours to climb down from the ceiling.
Speaking of winding mountain roads, do you know that sometimes in the mountains you have to drive through clouds? Sounds pretty cool and ethereal, right? It isn’t. It’s fucking SCARY. OK? Especially when there are suicidal deer wandering around.
Also, we had our first big snowstorm last week. Mr. Rizzuto has been telling me for weeks that I should look into the bus route for when it snows. I did! There is, in fact a bus in this town. Perhaps two or three.
I guess I should have gone back to bed after I left Dante to wait for the bus that morning. Did you know that up in these parts they cancel school if it snows really hard? I didn’t know, and neither did Dante. Anyway, I put him on the curb, as usual, kissed him goodbye and went back inside. About a half hour later I was getting myself ready to leave when I heard the door open. It was Dante, and he was yelling that the bus wasn’t coming, and what should he do? Please don’t call child abuse on me.
Anyway, after that (and by “that” I mean that we determined there was no school) I figured I’d just go out, brush a few flakes of snow off the car and keep it moving. About 30 minutes after that I had poor Mr. Rizzuto shovelling snow out from under my car (which somehow had gotten stuck halfway into the interstate that passes by my house). He was screaming something about the gd bus, and I think he was wondering whatever happened to the fat girl he used to date before we met. Everyone around here is always yelling at me.
Then I had to call work and tell them I was going to be late because my car was stuck. They laughed at me.
Quill? I got snow tires. They didn’t do me a damn bit of good, but I got them.
I imagine there will be more shenanigans as the winter progresses.