We’ve endured feet of snow here the last couple of weeks, and the temps haven’t gotten above freezing to melt any of it. As a result, the driveway has become packed with snow and ice, and impenetrable to the average snow shovel. We’re at the point now where it makes most sense to wait for the thaw, and in the meantime simply follow our tire tracks from the garage to the road to get out.
And that worked fine, until this morning. Overnight, it began to rain; the temps had gotten just high enough so we weren’t getting new snow — but it still wasn’t warm enough to really melt what was already on the ground. The result is a heavy, slushy, sloppy mess…sitting on top of a sheet of packed ice.
Naturally, we didn’t realize just how bad it was until I went out at 9:30 to fetch the car. A half hour is usually more than enough time to get to the 10am Mass. But this time, I was able to do little more than back the car out of the garage before it got stuck. Mrs Yeoman Farmer came out to join me, and we took turns driving while the other one pushed/rocked the car to free it. I also attempted to shovel the wheels free, but the underlying layer of ice wouldn’t budge.
Twenty minutes later, we managed to get the car (which even has front wheel drive, by the way) pointed in the right direction and about halfway up the sloped driveway…but we couldn’t get it to go any farther.
Time to call in the 1984 Ford Bronco II 4×4. It only has four seats, so we couldn’t all take it to Mass, but the thing is very handy for rescuing other vehicles. In fact, I keep a tow chain in the back at all times. But even with the 4×4, it was still after 10am before we managed to get the Taurus out to the road.
So…we were down to Plan B: wait another hour, and go to the 11:30 “last chance” Mass. We don’t normally like going so late, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
And something funny happened: sitting near us was a family with five kids, and their ages looked similar to our own. The mother and the three daughters were all wearing chapel veils, just like MYF and Homeschooled Farm Girl were. As soon as Mass was over, MYF whispered: “I want to meet them!” Three minutes later, they were talking like old friends. Turns out, this family usually goes to a whole other parish, at 8:30am. But guess what? Their driveway was so sloppy this morning, they couldn’t get out, either! We stuck around for quite a while, chatting and getting to know them. They also homeschool, and also have a small farm. We exchanged phone numbers, and the wives are already figuring out a way we can get the families together for something.
Just goes to prove, I guess, that…once again, God’s timing is always perfect.