28 Jan 04 Wednesday Snow Rage
First of the promised Snow. Mrs. Monk decided she could not drive to work today. Too Icy.
I was recruited as Chauffeur and Snow sweeper.
Teacher, Katerina and teenage daughter Vaneta were there, as usual, like penguins in the snow. Vaneta has been advised (and teased) about her, non-hat-wearing-in-cold-weather-fashion-statement, every day for two weeks, but has rejected that advice. Another teenage fashion victim.
Today, however she went to the other extreme, and wore the tallest hat I have ever seen. She wore it proudly.
28 Jan 04 5 pm
The snow evaporated during the course of the day
Mrs. Monk took the car out to Safeway, (unusually), but then I got the phone call.
She cried down the phone just one word, "HELP!", and then hung up the phone.
I looked outside and was amazed that the town had turned white in 20 short minutes and, Mrs. Monk was in trouble. In one serious panic, she just could not park the car.
I found myself hopping around trying to put shoes on, and at same time trying to talk to her down the road through a white blizzard. (Where's the megaphone when you need it).
Eventually I got to her and told her to leave the car where it was, in the middle of the road, and to "leave it to me". She got out of the car, but then half way out of the drivers seat, realized that she had left the car in "drive".
Panic turned to hysteria, and I have to admit to shoving my beloved out of the way in order to pursue my car which had started an unaccompanied downhill slalom toward the sea.
No fear. I managed to run alongside and hop aboard and, let's face it with all due modesty, save the day.
Mrs. Monk was apparently set off by a man who yelled at her for driving too slow in the middle of the road.
Obviously, it was all his fault