I found another Amish farm to get eggs Thursday and got stuck in the mud leaving the place.  I couldn’t see the drainage ditch under the snow — fortunately it was shallow and “Ben” had gravel to shovel under the tires.  A little pushing helped, too, especially to get up the incline back onto the road.  It was really muddy and slippery from snow.

Ben felt bad but I insisted it wasn’t his fault or a big deal.  “Your car is all muddy!”

“Cars can be washed.”  Little did he know I would put off washing my car just to revel in the manly pride I so rarely enjoy with “Orinoco” my ZX2 Sport.