Here are some of the worries that I woke up with this morning.
The mine shaft hole at the end of the street is still there. It’s bigger, although it’s hard to see how much, exactly, because it is surrounded by a foot of snow. My contact at the county said that the matter is with the county’s attorneys, and they are deciding how to best proceed because technically, the hole is not on county property. True, the hole is just inches from the road, but the road apparently is in the wrong place. Who knew?
Also, there is the car. What are the odds that our trusty, dependable AWD car with more than 300,000 miles would die right before the biggest snow month since we moved to this mountain village? It did. Our mechanic has said it is not worth fixing, that the cost of a new engine would be more than what it is worth. My daughter just wrote in one of her scholarship applications that this lack of a car has effected her most greatly, that it has forced her to be “driven around like a freshman.” It also has led to us careening around icy roads in our Prius, not the best snow car ever. Continue Reading…








