Bad Poetry - Dec. 28, 2008

We are stuck...
in slushy yuck,
chains are on the truck,
there is so much muck,
that we have had no luck,
so...we are still stuck.

Okay, I got up at 3:00 AM. I'm still on Indy time and can't seem to shake it. I fall asleep at 8:30 every night too. It's annoying. Anyway, how about that poetry in the wee hours of the night, hey?! Speaking of annoying..that might just qualify.

Anyway, I would love to see you all at church today, but we can't get out. Mike won't be teaching the Adult Education class for us either. As the weather has warmed, the tires are sinking all the way in and just sliding everywhere...in 4 wheel drive, with chains. No one is coming or going off of our mountain. Yesterday, the neighbors rallied and hired a snow plow to come in and clear the road for us. Sadly, he came ill prepared for our hill too. He just kept sliding and spinning. No wonder the county doesn't want to take over maintenance of our private road! It is way too steep. So today the plan is "hand to hand combat". The men in the neighborhood are all going to attack the road with shovels. This could take a while...our private road is a mile long...

Well that's the scoop. Sorry we won't be there. I would have loved to see everyone.