The Jeep I Drive


It’s a good thing to wake up to a pretty… benign…. situation.

I never know what’s going to happen….weather-wise.

They called for possibly 10 inches of wet snow…..and when I woke up this morning, it was only about 5 or 6″ and pretty powdery.

Man….that’s a different kind of situation.

That’s “quiet and everybody else staying inside” kind of snow.

I’ll have the roads to myself in a soft and gentle winter wonderland.

That’s the kind of snow where it’s good to have an excuse to have to drive around in it.


It’s good to be able to drive around in fluffy stuff like this…..not the hard and slick stuff that you drive across and look behind you and your heavy car hasn’t even made an impression in the surface of the “white stuff”.

There is something that’s a lot less imposing about this stuff.

It’s more fun….less dangerous.

I get nervous about weather these days.

The USPS doesn’t give us the option of saying, “I’m AFRAID!! I DON’T WANT TO DELIVER THE MAIL TODAY!!!!”

We can’t say that.

I believe they’d send us out to mosey around the route if the world was cracking open and fire was spittingĀ out from the depths of hell itself.

If management was safe in some protected bunker somewhere when everything was hitting the fan on the surface, I think that we’d get the call to get out there and bring the people the Victoria’s Secret catalogs that they need.

It would have to something important….nobody would want to get their power bill if the world was cracking into smaller pieces.


It’s a blessing to have the potential for a fun day ahead of me.

That’s always a blessing to know that what I thought was going to be an ordeal is going to be kind of fun.

Of course, I’d never say that out loud.

“Don’t throw me in the briar patch!” is what I’d say.

So…..I’ll drive around in this soft white blanket of snow all day….and when I’m done, I’ll get to come back home.

I’ll get to come home and see the snowmen that I imagine that the kids will have made while I was gone.


That’s the best part…..


“home” Karla Bonoff




About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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