Alright - Connor had a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese’s at 11. At 10:00 I opened the side door to find a three foot drift neatly standing there.
The car was recognizable as a mound, and the driveway was no where to be seen. There was a nice level foot and a half from front yard, over driveway, to next front yard. Since there was no evidence of driveway, no reason for a car not to park in front of the place where one might enter (or exit) one.
To which I could only say, “Holy shit.”
Snow blowers are wonderful things. I got my crash course in using the one in the garage. That was J’s job, now it’s mine. Two guys next door offered to help - no thanks. But one of them admitted to owning the car at the end of the driveway. (He moved it). They yelled advice on choke settings and whatnot. I’m fine. Really I am.
The engine died the first three times. (Just needed warming up).
And the driveway is done. Connor got to his party. We built the beginnings of a snow fort.
Gabriel: I KNOCK IT DOWN!
Me: No no no no no. MY fort. NO!
It’s more like a snow pit. But this light and fluffy stuff will calm down. It’ll be an igloo by the end of the week…so long as I can work on it without Gabriel.
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