Yesterday morning was very cold and windy. A day to stay inside for sure.
Mom said, "I am going out to meet the day." What duz this mean?
According to her, and I quote, "Meeting the day, in A State of Winter, means putting on a heavy coat, boots, scarf, and mittens and grabbing the shovel. It seems, the snow plow, for some reason known only to the county of Bonner, feels the need to push snow into our already plowed driveway. If they feel we need additional work, they will fly by the driveway, on the mailbox side, and completely wipe it out. It will be found in the ditch, banged up, and the post broken. This happens, on an average, four times a winter, (more or less) depending on amount of snow and how heavy it is. Dad has to go out and do a quick fix until spring."
I am wondering........why do they push the snow around, anyway? Don't they like it spread evenly and feel the need to pile it? Guess we could go help....we are good at that sort of thing...on second though, think I will supervise.
I sat on the TV and watched as Dad cutted down that big aspen tree too. I shall supervise as the purrsons clean that up and put it in the woodshed. My work is never done!!