Wednesday I was concerned enough about picking up the dairy delivery that I drove to Animal Farm despite the predicted and actualized gradual falling of freezing rain. By the time I was leaving I was pretty sure that I didn't want to try to get up the steep part of the driveway to the mailbox. I tried going across the grass, hoping then that the road would be less slippery for the short distance to the mailbox and OMG WAS IT EVER NOT. So I gave up.

Yesterday I went up to put out the garbage and very full recycling bin. Ha ha! said I to myself, As I go up the still-slippery driveway the bin will be my mobility device! I can use the bin to get to the mailbox and then across the driveway on the road, drop off the bin in its accustomed place and go down the lawn. Alas, on that last steep portion of driveway the bin and I were sliding back downwards. Patience was not conquering it. So I angled the bin to drift to the grass and then went up the grass to the mailbox successfully. The voyage across the top of the driveway on the road was Fraught Indeed, requiring not only patience but a repetitive conversation refusing help from an athletic young woman who was walking her large dog. And then I went down the grass and took the second bin up the grass, awkward though it was.

But our street was the only one I was on yesterday that was hazardous.

I am so glad of the precipitation. No sign of snowdrops yet.