|Gary from Caron Construction moving mountains for me.|
I listened to the weather the other day, and heard that today we can expect another six inches of snow in our driveway.
Six more inches.
Needless to say, I am not happy. I have no more room for snow.
Mary takes her life in her hands as she backs out of the driveway in the morning, and there was noting I could do to make it better. I used the snow rake to take about three feet of height off of the mountains at the end of the driveway to improve the view, but the next storm added three more feet after shoveling. Now, there was no place to drag the snow to. The front yard had hit critical mass.
All I need is a front end loader, I thought. I thought about that a lot, and as I escaped my driveway Thursday afternoon, on my way to work, I was thinking about it again.
"A front end loader. A few scoops from each mound, and then dump the snow further up in the yard, and the view to the street would be restored. A front end loaded like...that one...whoa, baby!!!", I screamed as I passed one pulling into the parking lot besides Fred's Variety on Route 148. I flipped around behind Rovezzi's , and scooted out of St. Anne's driveway across to park in front of Fred's.
I walked over to the loader operator, and asked, "Wanna make some money?"
He looked at me like I was nuts, and said, "Let me ask my brother", then he into a little building beside Fred's. I followed, half expecting the door to be locked, and the lights turned out, but the door opened, and I was welcomed inside of Caron Construction.
Yes, they have nothing against making money, even though it looked like it was the end of the day for them, and a nap would have been nice at that time. They named a price, and a few minutes later, the driver, Gary was at our house, just up the street, and began moving those mountains of white. Twenty five minutes later we were free of the Twin Peaks of Fiskdale.
Yesterday I gave the roof rake a workout, and took a few hundred pounds of snow off of the lower roofs in preparation for todays rain and snow, and I slept like a baby last night.
I am looking out of the window, into the snow covered back yard, and I don't see any bare ground at all. Nothing. The snow is at least two feet deep, just like in your yard, and although I don't mind some snow, this is a bit much. I'm tired of seeing shades of white and gray all around me. What I would give to see a daffodil break the surface. Today, that would be better than a lottery win.