Thursday, February 11, 2010
A Crazy, Noble Farmer In A Bobcat With An Excavator Shovel
I do understand the satisfaction of having shoveled a driveway and, once finished, leaning on the handle as you survey your work. But trust me, the satisfaction is the same with a snowblower.
No one has given me apple pie, but I have had a few smiles and nice waves when I do the sidewalks, front walks and curb cuts for the block.
Stay warm and stay safe. Over at this end of the continent, I'm busy keeping a weather eye on a dear friend who narrowly avoided hospitalization with pneumonia.
However if this old lady won't move, and she probably won't, because her kids just want to put her in a home, I think I might buy a big snow blower and leave it up there on top of the hill. It still wouldn't work for times like this, but it might work most of the time.
This was a mingled snow-ice storm of the very worst variety. Words can not describe the mess.
When you've got to, you've got to, and you do it. The whole tea party thing is really built on a desperate recognition that we've got to do it.
I used to have a house with attached flat-roof garage, The snow would come over the garage and drop in front of the door, right between my house and the one next door. The snow had to be moved about 30 feed down the driveway, then off to the side into the front yard.
The best I ever saw was one of those feats of small-town mechanical engineering. They'd gotten hold of an old railroad rotary snowthrower and somehow mated it to a large dumptruck. It could throw snow 250 feet.
I wouldn't put it past him - this man loves engines.