What to do when the snowblower breaks ...
… send it to the shop of course, unless you can fix it yourself.
They promised they wouldn’t pick it up until they were ready to fix it. And they were ready to fix it, but they didn’t have the right belt, so I guess they weren’t.
I asked if I could trade my broken snowblower in on a new one. They don’t do that there. That’s okay, I like my snowblower.
And then it snowed.
The first storm was around seven inches of lovely fluffy snow and I shoveled all 70 feet of the driveway and the double wide top part and the back up space and the walk out to the compost pile, without undue difficulty.
The weather people predicted a massive storm for the next day, and I truly didn’t know what I would do, but decided to bury my head in the snow and pretend it was going to be okay.
At about noon, I picked up my shovel and went down to the mailbox at the bottom of the driveway. The snow was heavy. The snowbanks are five feet tall, so you have to lift the heavy snow and heave it. There was a lot of plow wash, which was also very heavy. As soon as I cleared the mailbox, a plow went by and filled it in. It was very sad.
Then I looked down the street and saw a light coffee colored pickup truck. With a plow.
When the pickup drove near me, I asked the driver, “how much to clear the driveway?” And so, I paid him well, and he cleared the driveway nicely.
There was still plenty to shovel, the walkways, and a bit of cleanup on the spots the plow couldn’t get. The roof still had to be raked, but, after an hour and a half, the driveway was passable, the walks were walkable, the roof was better and I was done.
Only one of my children knows the plow cleared the driveway. It looks like I shoveled, if you don’t look too closely … so I don’t think I’ll explain. As far as I’m concerned, I’m an amazing success for this afternoon.
… and this success really needs a shower!