Day 3 and Day 4- Post Blizzard

Day 3 - Post Blizzard. Another friggin storm! Whipping winds, blowing and drifting snow but no one is talking about it because it isn't in Moncton.

Day 4 - Post Blizzard. Ask me if I made it to school on time? I didn't, though I did make it. I had to hitchhike, leaving my car half in the road, and half in the driveway, The municipal snow plow had passed and dumped all the blown and drifting snow in front of my car during the night. My landlord's driveway guy didn't come to clear it before I needed to leave at 7:30 am. So when I saw all that snow, I shoveled, and shoveled, but I turned my wheels to the right too soon, co...ming out of the driveway, and I got stuck! Major big time STUCK! I spun my wheels, and spun my wheels, all to no avail. One of my neighbours drove by and didn't stop. So much for the myth of ''every New Brunswicker is so helpful!" Then I saw a truck coming down the road, but stopping a bit ahead of me. I waved my shovel, with the bright blue handle, at him, like a flag, but did he come forward further down the road? No siree! He backed up in someone's driveway and disappeared, the jerk! So, my landlord was already gone somewhere, but his poor wife was home, and God bless her, here we are, her and I, putting cardboard under my wheels, to try and get some traction. Did I mention we had no sand, although we live on the beach? How dumb can I be? Anyway, that didn't work. Alma flagged down the third car driving by - a woman, thank God. She was going into town, and didn't bat an eye when Alma asked her to give me a lift to my school. I didn't make it in in time to do my bus duty, (ah, what a shame!) but I made it! And before recess, my wonderful landlady had gotten Proclivity out of her predicament, driven her into town, parked her in the school parking lot, and left the keys with the secretary. You know, there are angels on earth - they aren't ALL in heaven!