Well after plus 10 temperatures last week I thought I had this winter beat. And I certainly would be better prepared for next winter. But guess what we all woke up to this morning? There must be at least 8 to 12 inches of snow in my yard.
I could hardly get out onto the back step. The sweep of the back door was like a snowplow building up a huge drift as it swung open. I knew I was going to face a problem in the morning as it was still snowing the last time I let Sea-Enna out last night. So, first things first, clear off the back steps and the wooden approach. Well, guess what? The outdoor broom and snow shovel for that job are in the garage. So, I trudge to the garage. Guess what? The padlock is frozen. I had to cradle it in my bare hands for quite a while meanwhile twisting the key from time to time until it finally thawed.
Once the steps etc. were done, it was time to trudge back out to the garage and get the Snow Thrower I purchased for just this situation.
Guess what? My son put the Snow Thrower away for the summer. It was up on top of the workmate, workbench. So, I wrestled it down from that perch and got it outside.
Once I got it out side and all hooked up to the power source. Guess what?
The damed thing wouldn't start. I swear, if it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all.
So, what to do? Well I guess it has to be the good old shovel.
Well, that didn't last too long. Guess what? I gave up and here I am with a drink in my hand, on my computer bitching and bellyaching to you about the @#$%^ snow and my @#$% bad luck.
I have decided I am going to hibernate until all the damned snow is gone and the real spring is here, that's what the government says we should do anyway.
