So it's old news that we had a monstrous blizzard last Friday. By the grace of God, I arrived home safely but I high centered the car in the driveway in a bank of old, icy snow. Saturday morning, Thomas and I headed out to dig the Denali out of it's icy, snowy tomb.
I brought the snow shovel, and the garden shovel to dig with, and alternately used the handle of the shovels to stab at the snow far underneath the car. Thomas was a huge help even after my numerous warnings to please be extra careful and not hit the car with the shovels. Thomas was working at the rear of the car and from my kneeling position on the driver's side of the car, I was suprised to see the ice chunks just flinging through the air as he frantically worked. When I walked to the back, I was horrified to see that he was using an AXE....UNDERNEATH THE CAR....BY THE GAS TANK!!! In my moment of terror, all I could get out was, "BOOM"! Eventually I uttered the now infamous words, "Hey Tom, it's not a good idea to swing an axe under a car near the gas tank."
There are scars, still. Even within the miracles.
4 months ago