This afternoon my across-the-back-lane neighbour got stuck in the enormous water-filled crevice that spans the length of the Lassiter icefield that lies directly in front of our garage doors. I just happened to be in the backyard, chipping away at the edges of the three-inch thick ice that covers half of it, so I took my ice chipper and shovel and went out back to "assist".
I'm not much good at pushing a minivan out of a penguin lap pool, but I am very good placing traction mats and cheerleading with encouraging chatter. Twenty minutes of me sliding back and forth across the ice in my rubber boots, checking on the progress of the one tire that was not submerged, while he alternated between rocking the van and gunning it, and we blasted free.
Can we have spring now please?