We ended up having to rush to the other side of the city last night to check up on my Grandma, who wasn’t answering her phone. She was feeling pretty rough and was happy to see us. The Electrician and I looked after Grandma until my parents could make it into the city to spend the night. Grandma’s going to be in the hospital a few days until they straighten out her pneumonia, but she’s in good hands. I’m grateful we live in a country where Grandma is getting the medical care she needs, and where any treatment she might require will be covered.
In all the bustle and stress of last night, I completely forgot that a staple of Canadian winter survival was certainly not in my SUV. Parking in the garage, as I do, I haven’t had occasion to use my snow brush yet; the snow also started more than a month later than usual this year –not that I’m complaining. I woke up exhausted today after everything that happened last night, and drove to school in a snow storm without remembering to bring a brush.
A friend parks two spots over at school, so I figured I could borrow her brush after parent-teacher interviews tonight. Not a big deal at all. Then I opened my email to find a message that went a little like this:
Good morning Kay! I am wondering if I could please borrow your snow brush after school. My husband borrowed mine yesterday and forgot to return it. It doesn’t look like the blizzard is letting up soon. Thanks!
As I’m sure you guessed, that email was from the friend I planned to borrow a snow brush from. Crud. To underline the irony, we’re due for fifteen centimeters or more today: half a foot for you US readers.
So we both started calling around and emailing to say, “Hey, we’re all leaving about the same time tonight. Anyone have a snow brush we can borrow to dig our cars out from under the drifts? Pretty please?”
All in all, we contacted eight different people, all women, and came up with nothing. Not one of the ladies in my hallway, despite all being born and raised in Alberta, had this simple tool required for winter driving. Oops.
There we were at the end of the evening, standing in a rather concerned little group, trying to formulate a plan for dealing with the aftermath of our all-day blizzard, when one of the science teachers overheard us.
“I’ve got a snow brush! I can give you a hand,” he offered. Great success.
A few minutes later, I was standing beside my SUV (feet planted in a snow drift, of course). Suddenly, my colleague, a strapping rugby player, appeared beside me with a monstrous snow brush. He jumped into action, cutting through the snow on my truck in paths the same size as those left by a zamboni. The entire thing was finished before I could say, “accumulated snowfall.” Bless his chivalrous heart.
As a person who’s always flying by the seat of her pants, I’m so impressed by people who are always prepared for things. At least I can take comfort in the fact that nine other women in my hallway were just as lame as I was today.
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