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Day 3 at home: snow.
Dec. 20th, 2006 02:50 pm(Day 2 was adventures at the DMV. Never mind that.)
The giant storm was supposed to move in yesterday. It didn't. After waking up from a bizarre dream... well... might as well give that one a paragraph, but well.
( wtf? )
Uh, yeah. I got up from that to stare out my window at total whiteout. Extremely glad I didn't have to be anywhere, I headed to breakfast, and Dad declared the new strategy on the lake: Completely melt it, and let it refreeze from scratch. That's right, it's a writeoff for the year. Anyway, with about a foot down and no end in sight, it was a time for at least an intermediate plowing; Dad took the tractor to get the driveway as a whole, while Mom and I took the snowblowers to the area around the house and the garage. My new jacket definitely proved its worth, even though the expression "spitting into the wind" takes on a new meaning when you're using a ten-horsepower drill to do the spitting. Considering that an inch accumulated between "shoveling out to the garage to warm up the tractor" and "turning the tractor on," I suspect I'll be in for a repeat performance sometime before dark.
It's neat to watch, still, and I'm afraid I have no camera to show all of my warm-climate readers, and I don't think I could do it justice anyway.
Tomorrow afternoon, I have a dentist appointment in town. That's going to be a fun drive, isn't it?
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The giant storm was supposed to move in yesterday. It didn't. After waking up from a bizarre dream... well... might as well give that one a paragraph, but well.
( wtf? )
Uh, yeah. I got up from that to stare out my window at total whiteout. Extremely glad I didn't have to be anywhere, I headed to breakfast, and Dad declared the new strategy on the lake: Completely melt it, and let it refreeze from scratch. That's right, it's a writeoff for the year. Anyway, with about a foot down and no end in sight, it was a time for at least an intermediate plowing; Dad took the tractor to get the driveway as a whole, while Mom and I took the snowblowers to the area around the house and the garage. My new jacket definitely proved its worth, even though the expression "spitting into the wind" takes on a new meaning when you're using a ten-horsepower drill to do the spitting. Considering that an inch accumulated between "shoveling out to the garage to warm up the tractor" and "turning the tractor on," I suspect I'll be in for a repeat performance sometime before dark.
It's neat to watch, still, and I'm afraid I have no camera to show all of my warm-climate readers, and I don't think I could do it justice anyway.
Tomorrow afternoon, I have a dentist appointment in town. That's going to be a fun drive, isn't it?
click
