Today I woke to about 10 inches of snow on the ground.  I was determined to get to work, though, so I shoveled the entire driveway, from garage to the road.  Dad was to come down in the truck and beat down the snow on the road so I could get out to the highway and on to the office.  I made it to the end of the driveway and became immediately stuck in the too-deep snow on the road.  Thwarted.

I’m not used to being thwarted.  I can usually make a way, figure out a solution, or just push through obstacles with determination and an unwillingness to quit.  And then there’s an act of God like a foot of snow that cannot be conquered in my timeframe with my force of will.  There’s the subsequent struggle in my mind to adjust to the undesired change in plans.  To rest against my will.

So, I napped, emailed, did some planning via phone, cleaned part of the house, and eventually heard that blissful sound I’d been waiting for: a snow-blower outside my house.  Thanks to my mom for clearing large parts of the road and my driveway, and also for letting me practice with the fancy machine and in so doing, cover her with snow.