Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996
Heavy Sticky Snow Day, originally uploaded by Big DumpTruck.
As much as I enjoy getting the 6am “there’s no school today” phone call, this one was horrible to clean up. 1 hour to clean the driveway WITH the snowblower. Why yes, there are days that I regret not buying a truck with a plow, why do you ask?
It needs some snow. I don’t think there is enough out there. I am looking at the frozen blocks of snow still stuck to my driveway, and I think “there has to be a way to make them more annoying than they already are. What is the best way to go about that? And then I remembered how annoying it is to try to remove snow when there are still strips of ice in the driveway (because most of my driveway is in the shade most of the year). Snow! Snow would be perfect. I just wish there was a way for me to get some snow…
What?
Tonight? Into tomorrow?
Now we’re talkin!
I was looking at the dog this morning as I laced up my boots and looked for my hat, and I was annoyed because we can put a man on the moon but we can’t figure out a way to get a 20 pound dog to remove ten inches of snow from the driveway. I don’t think it is asking too much. Animals have worked for humans for a pretty long time now. The only two animals at my house are a hamster (who would not do well if we dropped her into even 3 inches of snow) and a cockapoo. Sure, it might not be easy, but he should be able to do something, don’t you think?
We’re off to go see our tax guy this morning. He’d better be in a good mood.
I am home today because I have an earache and oh, because it’s snowing like crazy outside. This is the 15th or 16th straight Monday that we’ve had a storm of some kind.
Okay, maybe not the 15th or 16th, and certainly not straight, but every storm so far this year, and I count ice storms, too, has happened on a Monday. I know this because we have the “do you think the rubbish guys are going to come today” conversation practically every Sunday night. The one time they did come, I showed you photos of them shooshing all over the street. So far, no trucks today, but I almost didn’t expect them.
The other treat is trying to figure out where to place the barrels so that the plows don’t knock garbage all over the yard. So you need to put them fairly far down (in case the rubbish truck does show up) but not so far that the snow thrown up by the plow doesn’t knock it over. It’s a delicate balance.
Personally, I’m ready for the next storm to be on a day other than Monday. Let some other part of Leominster deal with wondering if they should put out the rubbish.
Storm’s a ‘comin! Did you run out and get milk-eggs-bread yet? Cause you know it’s a law that you have to. We need to go grocery shopping for realsies, and now I dread it. You crazy french toast making people…you’d better leave some bread and milk behind for those of us who actually have none left. I will not be buying in anticipation of 6 inches of snow (the current prediction). I’ve been living in New England for 42 years. Funny thing about snow storms. Outside of the beast like New York State had last week, snow ends, the roads get plowed and sanded, and voila, you can leave your house.
I actually have four or five whole cans of soup at my house, that in an emergency, I could probably survive off of those. Or a boxes of Near East Rice Pilaf, or the massive pasta stores we are required to keep on hand thanks to Junior’s pasta addiction. I think I have a way to go before I start eyeballing the dog food.
By the way, I know in the distant past I covered Mr. Fussy’s eating habits. Updating you on those, did you know that he now actually orders steak, shrimp or grilled chicken instead of pasta? Did you know that? He has eaten pot roast (Oh, hey, you know, maybe that’s what we need to get for the snow day…) and roast chicken and ham and bacon. For any of you with fussy eaters (and I mean, he ate pasta with red sauce for lunch and dinner every day for a couple of years) there is hope. They do add items to the menu! There is a light at the end of the tunnel!
