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Cold and snow. Snow and cold. That's what we have here. I forgot to show you how it was snowing when I left here on Saturday for the trek to the airport:
Last summer Smokey bought an 80s-vintage? 90s vintage? Jeep Wrangler with a snowplow blade on the front. His arthritis has made it impossible for him to walk behind the snow blower for the hour or two it takes to clear the driveway; our slaves, aka sons, have both flown the coop; and I cannot walk behind a snow blower that long either. I was less than enthusiastic about having another vehicle around here (Smokey's motto: The best kind of problem to have is one that can be solved by buying a vehicle. Kind of like how we all are fond of problems that can be solved with needles and yarn.) but I am now seeing the good sense and logic behind his purchase. Our driveway is nearly 1,000 feet long, half of that uphill, and he has plowed it several times already this winter. My little Chevy Aveo can charge right up that hill no problem, mon! until the snow gets deeper than 3-4". Which happened a couple weeks ago and has not changed since.
His conversion van, not so much with the charging up the hill through snow. It is always a gamble to drive it down the hill to the house. Last Thursday Smokey gambled and lost. The hospital called him on Friday to work the 3 pm to 11 pm shift that day, which he accepted, only to have to call them back later and explain that he couldn't get his van up the hill.
They called again on Saturday to see if he could work; he accepted the shift(s) and drove the Jeep to Minneapolis, during which drive he discovered that the heater didn't work. Poor baby! He is fairly immune to cold, but a couple hours in a drafty, unheated vehicle chilled him to the bone.
Today's task is for him* and Andrew to get that puppy up the hill, probably pulling it with the Jeep. And maybe fixing the Jeep heater.
I shall be knitting comfortably in my recliner, thankyouverymuch.
But the other task for today is for him to give me a lesson in how to use the Jeep cum snowplow. Once I learn that, "As God is my witness I will never go hungry be snowbound again!"
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One more snow photo, this one of the smaller deck:
I suspect we shall be broiling our steaks in the oven for a while rather than grilling them out here.
