Just Say No to Snow

 Just Say No to Snow
I am feeling the dulling edge of the winter wearies. I am tired of the cold weather and snow. The ice is another “No-No.” The ice worriess me most since I fell near the end of winter in 2015 and I developed two bleeds in my head. I was blessed that I had very little repercussions from the injury. I still have intervals where I have phantom smells. Unexpectedly my brain says I am smelling something and there is no way possible that I am really smelling an odor.
When that false aroma first started, it was a smell of car exhaust fumes of hot plastic. I quickly learned to ignore the car fume odor, but I have to wander through my house to be sure that the hot plastic is not happening.
I don’t like the snow that the snowplows push into my driveway. I once liked to go outside in the dark and shovel the drive, but as I age I find it more of  a task especially when the snow is heavy and wet or the snow has frozen before I can ccomplete the chore.
When I was younger with kids in the house, going outside was a sanctuary. Not that the kids were bad, but sometimes going outside was an escape. Let me explain. Outside in the dark it was almost silent. No television, no one talking to me, and no phone. The only sounds I heard were the passing of an occasional car and the soft hiss of falling snow. It was as though I was inside of a snow globe where the sphere of the outside light illuminated the area where I was shovelling.
I am never content when my drive is filled with snow. I always need an escape route. If an emergency should arise, I want to be able to leave in my car or a spot for an emergency vehicle to pull in. It was especially important when my kids were living at home. Another foible I have is I don’t like to have less than half a tank of gasoline in my car. It goes back to having kids at home and a possible emergency. It was a  time when gas stations were not open 24 hours per day and the possibility of a trip to Pittsburgh might become necessary.
This winter, one band of snow has followed another and I have become weary. It’s time for spring and sunshine.