News flash: They're here. We're expecting 5-10cm today.
This is the scene from my back door. We spent all afternoon down in that yard blowing/bagging the last of the leaves yesterday. Just in time is the word of the day!
mnem
nice pants.
Ouch! They were forecasting 10-15 cm of snow here too but along with above zero temperatures, if that makes any sense. The end result's been rain all day which would be great for working downstairs in the shop except I'm on midnights and I know not to try to fight with any projects when I'm on midnights because it never goes well for myself or the project involved. Worse, one of the window regulators on my truck malfunctioned and one of the windows is stuck down. It's got a garbage bag taped over it to keep the rain out until I can get that and another thing that broke fixed once midnights are over. Poof. There goes the lab budget for the next while.
It's now aboot twice that deep, and they've revised the estimate to 10-15cm here as well. Temps around 1, dropping to -2 overnight. Warming in the AM, high of 5. As we have no need to go anywhere, plan is to hide out in our little cave overnight and see how bad things still are tomorrow during the "heat of the day".
If need be, I'll drag the snowblower out... but really not ready for that particular "change of seasons" waypoint to be here YET.
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Hoser, it's C-A-N-A-D-A not T-A-H-I-T-I, WTF do you expect? Suck it up. Be glad you have a snowBLOWER rather than just a snowSHOVEL.
I am VERY thankful... to myself... for being perspicacious enough to buy that snowblower in the summer when it was cheap-cheap instead of right now.
Not so perspicacious was my decision to do other things instead of dragging the snowblower out from all the way in that back shed and make sure it was 100% ready in the weeks prior.
"Fuck you, old man... you had at least 2 days where you just rested after battling that shed project into submission! NO ZOOP FOR YOOOO!!!" Snow on the ground was easily 8 inches deep this morning when I woke at the
(frozen) sparrow's fart with the realization that we would receive no mail or other deliveries if I didn't get my fat dwagon arse out there and at least clear a footpath to the street; fortunately it did in fact start on the third cycle of
"Prime, Choke, Pull 3X" as per the instructions.
Just enough that I
considered dragging it bodily up to the other shed, where I have AC for the electric start.
With the inevitable gas-stained gloves still drying on my hands I fought its bucking, wobbly, soft-tired aggravation at being woken from that long seasonal slumber; together we cleared a path from the back shed all the way to the street. Literally just as I was turning around to go back to the new shed and air up the tires, the Postman zipped right behind me up the just-cleared path with some actual mail
(not just SPAM) for me and the family.
Once tires were aired up, I cleared the rest of the driveway, then sicced my son on the task of bringing several items up to the new shed and clearing off the car, which amazingly, he jumped right on and got to work.
( Could he possibly be developing some form of work ethic...?) As I was putting the grumpy old beast away... no, the other grumpy old beast...
(I think I may name her Bertha after my favorite old jacked-up 4xFord from a properly misspent youth) in the shed,
PuroLATER (as in a week later than it was supposed to be here ), arrived with my bedframe off Amazon. Aboot effing time.
So now the misery is over and I did in fact survive it... time for a nice hot cuppa coffee and to conspire with my wife something for lunch. Then maybe a tune-up on Bertha's running gear to make her a little more docile; she's almost as much work as shoveling. Almost.
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