As Cardinals alight on trees, a hint of buds emerge on the lilac bush across the street that is lovingly tended by a neighbor who keeps her building awash in flowers, there are high winds and snow continues to fall.
Yes, my husband will be stealing my car all week because I have snow tires, as his are in storage. I am CB or confined to barracks.
Our city and county have a unique and cost-cutting approach to snow removal on local streets and sidewalks. It is called “Spring.”
“Make ’em wait, it’ll melt eventually,” is the mantra. Now when I complained that every curb ramp for ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990) was obstructed by two feet of snow the City showed up and plowed two sidewalks and three ramps. One is on a designated crosswalk, the only one in our neighborhood, but the County Parks have the other side so forget walking your dog across the street.
Even when they do plow, it looks like independent pickup trucks who do the work. Where I lived for the past few years had articulated tractors and high tech equipment that kept our roads and driveways clear. When Hartfield airport in Atlanta got snowed in, our city flew snow equipment out there to clear the runways.
This must be either a joke or a bad dream from which I cannot awaken. My husband has an early meeting and will have to leave 45 minutes to an hour before to get there in time because cars are going 3-5 miles per hour on the city streets, and who knows if they’ve even bothered to plow the highways.
Yes, Spring may happen, though not soon enough. I’ll walk to the store and take the dog out 5X somehow. It’s 6:00 a.m. and City trucks are plowing the streets for a change. High taxes, swallowed up by bureaucracy, and a dearth of corporate employers says dying town to me. I’m glad we’re paying through the nose for underground heated parking! Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 