gremanda

I’m pretty sure Gremanda have done something to anger the gods — or at least the folks who are in charge of the city of Boston.  Why am I so sure? Simple.   Every time I’ve visited Amanda in Boston this winter, the snow has come to visit with me.  I’m not talking flurries or a dusting of the white stuff.   Nope.  Every time I’m here, the clouds bless us with many, many inches of dense, heavy, icy blech.  Also, for reasons I cannot fathom, Boston snow never melts.  Never.  Come the dog days of summer, we’ll be sweating in our shorts and sandals but still skirting four foot mountains of unmelted winter snow.  It defies logic.  I love New York, but I digress…

The 100% coincidence of my Boston visits and the arrival of nasty New England weather has always been a bit of an inconvenience.  Amanda’s landlord apparently doesn’t own a shovel suitable for clearing the walkway and building entrance.  The plows that clear the streets (not well, I might add) seem to believe that piling the cleared snow on sidewalks and atop parked vehicles is a perfectly reasonable thing to do (note to the city of Boston: it is not…)  Mass transit gets gummed up and it takes several times as long to get anywhere you might want to go.

No surprise, I arrived in Boston on Sunday night just before a snow storm that brought 10-12 inches by Monday morning.  Same ol’, same ol’ — right?

This visit, though, things are even worse.  Why? Because, just a few weeks after some pretty wicked foot surgery, I’m still hobbling around on a cane and trying my hardest not to let the swollen front half of my left foot touch the ground any more than necessary.  I legit shouldn’t put any real pressure on the little bastard.

And that means no heavy outdoor labor — which you might not think would be much of an issue since I have a white collar job and work from home… but my car still needs to be dug out from under the foot of snow that the sky has dumped upon it since I arrived a couple of days ago (and no doubt, the additional foot or two of snow the plow guy has dumped on it as part of his ‘clean up’ effort) and that needs to happen tonight.

Cuz, unfortunately, I need to get in that car and drive to a meeting in Rhode Island tomorrow afternoon, before continuing home to New York.

So to summarize: the car needs to be shoveled out.  And I can’t shovel it.  Boo.

And that’s why I love Amanda today.  While I’m sitting on her couch nursing my foot, blogging and bitching about snow, she’s 20 minutes away (yes, my parking spot is a 20 minute train ride away – that’s another rant for another time) shoveling snow all by herself.  At 9:00 PM.  On a school night.

I can’t wait for her to get home so I can warm her up.  <3