No pun intended.
Well, maybe a little.
Our snow blower finally went kaput today.
Actually, I’m not sure if it’s kaput. We need to have it looked at by someone who actually knows a thing or two about snow blowers.
All I know is, my hubby was out of the area, and I had to plow the driveway this morning before driving to Boston for an appointment that couldn’t be missed. I made one side-walk sized path down the middle of the driveway, and a couple of sweeps through the chunky ice-wall at the end of the driveway (left by our beloved town snowplow) and then the darned snow blower quit working.
One of our daughters helped me shovel out enough of the ice wall to get our car through. Thankfully, the 6 inches we got on the rest of the driveway were pretty much flattened by the rain, and the car went right through that part without a problem.
From afar, my darling hubby phoned and made arrangements for someone to come plow the remainder of the driveway while I was gone. Yep – he’s a keeper. My hubby – not the plow guy… well, then again, I DID tell my husband on the phone that I wished the plow guy could come live with us. But only if he brought his plow.
So this evening when I got home, the driveway had been cleared, but of course there's now a fresh coating of snow from whatever is falling out of the sky tonight.
I’m not going to think about it.
Nor will I think about the cold temperatures that are forecasted for tomorrow through the weekend. Single digits? Don’t they know our firewood situation?
On a different note, I noticed today that I’d written a reminder on my calendar for this Saturday. It's a reminder to buy (and plant) tomato seeds, so we can start our little seedlings for the summer tomato harvest. We plan to do this every year, but it’s hard to get jazzed about gardening when the garden is covered with 3+ feet of snow. In reality, we often don’t get around to planting the seeds until late April. Maybe this year we’ll actually do it on time.
But probably not.
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