To plow, or not to plow? That is the question. The reason to plow, of course, is that we would then be able to get all three vehicles in and out, and re-establish full contact with the outside world. The reason not to is that it would set us back the better part of $500.
We’ve been watching the weather forecast, and it looks as though we’ll have warmer temperatures and even some rain over the next several days, so we’re opting not to plow. Besides, our forty-year-old Land Rover, which we’d left at the base of our long, uphill driveway when we went to Long Island for the blizzard, can get through just about anything.
It might even be able to get through the 20 inches of snow that fell on us, Kevin thought. Yesterday, he fired it up to give it a try. It took some slipping and sliding, some backing and forthing, but he got it around the circle at the driveway’s base. It didn’t faze him that he came perilously close to the snow-covered Saab we hadn’t bothered to put in the garage, and I didn’t have the heart to put the kibosh on the proceedings since it looked like he was having more fun than he’d had in weeks.
As I watched, all I could think about was how I’d explain it to the insurance company that we had, at a stroke, wrecked two of our own cars in our own driveway.