When my mother was ready to leave her home in the country, I insisted she move to town.
One reason, she would be close to me of course, what an incentive that is in it self.
She could come clean my house for spending money
She could even cook for us!
The other, of course, was the beauty of town living.
Beautiful things like:
Trash pick up
But the main selling point, obviously, is winter driving.
The secondary country roads are woefully neglected.
Residents drive perilously down unlighted, tenuous, winding paths
There is neither a glimmer of salt nor a hope of a snow plow.
But in town, I told her, the roads are cleaned right away.
They even plow the alley ways
Even if they don’t, with all the traffic, there are clear tracks to navigate by 8 am
The snow is ALWAYS cleared away and gone by noon.
Who wouldn’t live here?
So of course she moves here.
We have sub-zero weather and non-stop snow.
So of course I was a liar, she claims.
They won’t deliver in inclement weather without a surcharge
The stores are mobbed at the first inkling of snow predictions and are out of staples
Her car doors are frozen shut and the sidewalks are treacherous.
But on top of all that, to make me hang my head in shame, there is this.
Here is a picture of her road today.
Its past noon
I don’t see any freaking paths, salt or a flipping snow plow one.
You know why don’t you?
It’s because moms are always right.
I may be a mom but she is MOM. It should come as no surprise then that I was wrong.
Bless her; she still came to clean my house today. Love you mom.