That which is hidden in snow

I guess you could say we’ve been conducting our own little dig here in Mishawaka.

It snowed all weekend, and this morning it was almost thirty (Fahrenheit) degrees below freezing. We’ve tried shoveling the driveway and sidewalks – Karin, especially, is an impressive digger – but 2–3 inches of snow and ice remain stuck to the ground.

The good news is that we ordered an electric “snow blaster,” which UPS just delivered.

It doesn’t store its power, so we’ll have to use an extension cord. Ours is long enough for all but ten feet of the sidewalk. Perhaps the cord on the “snow blaster” will make up the difference.

Last night, Karin couldn’t bring her car all the way up the driveway and into the garage. We shifted as much snow as we could, and we scattered salt to melt the snow and cat litter to improve the traction. I pushed the car; Karin drove it several feet; but, inevitably, it’d hit some thick patch, and the tires would spin in place.

In the end, we decided to leave the car in a section of the driveway we knew Karin could maneuver out of.

All of this took an hour. I would periodically return to the house to check on Samuel, who had gone to sleep eating his supper.

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After we went inside, we heated some food, crawled under our blankets, and watched four episodes of Det som göms i snöThe Truth Will Out, or, literally, “That Which Is Hidden in Snow” – an excellent Swedish crime series. It seemed appropriate.

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The polar vortex reaches down to Texas, where many are without electricity, including Ana, David, and little Ada. Until recently, they were sleeping all bundled up inside their cold house and spending waking hours in their heated car. (The hotels were full.) Then someone lent them a cottage. It is unpowered – but it is heated.