Today, I’m jealous of people with garages.
It took me an hour this morning, with the help of my husband, to crack the coat of ice on my car enough to drive it.
My compact SUV was sealed in ice ranging from about a quarter-inch thick over the doors to a half-inch thick on the windshield to one and a half inches thick around the windshield wipers. His car was no better.
Both ice scrapers, unfortunately, were stuck inside the vehicles. With a gardening tool and a screwdriver, we chiseled the ice away enough to pry the driver’s side doors open.
Once we got that far, we kept cracking at the ice — carefully, to avoid breaking a window — as the defrosters started melting the frozen layers.
My toes and fingers were numb by the time we moved his car out of the driveway and had my windows cleared.
And just as we finished, more rain started falling and freezing. I left to get a covered spot in the parking garage at work before I had to face another sheet of ice with my garden weeder.
Wendy K. Kleinman