My car is garage-less.  Most of the time that’s OK.  With advance warning of a snowstorm, I cover the windshield with a tarp.  Except when I forget.

The windshield was uncovered this past weekend when we had a doozy of an ice storm. On Sunday during prime sun time, I spent 45 minutes scraping my windshield with the defroster running. I was reminded of an old song, sung by Dinah Shore.  “…Oh a house is just a house without a man—he’s the necessary evil in your plan…” (https://bit.ly/3LelRQ1) I couldn’t get the song out of my head.

Having to scrape ice off a windshield by myself is just one of a million reasons I miss having my man around the house.