3. Your garage is lower than your driveway, so make sure the snow is cleared down to the gravel.
My firewood guy is coming to drop off more wood today, and I really wanted him to just drop it in the garage so I could stack it indoors. I have to borrow a wheelbarrow, otherwise, and it is a great pain.
Unfortunately, I discovered that I can only open the garage doors a crack on either side, because there is a ... I don't know what to call it. A depression? An incline? Whatever it is called, I can't get the doors open because of the snow, even though I have cleared it as much as my crummy plastic shovel will allow. The snow that fell is kind of packed down, and it is going to take a lot of work to clear it. So even if Dan drops the firewood on the lawn, getting it into the garage is going to be a pain.
Too bad I have to go back to work in half an hour. This is going to take a while.
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Friday, January 21, 2011
Friday, April 16, 2010
So, snow?
When I tucked my tipsy self in to bed last night (yes, I was drinking on a Thursday, we'll keep a close eye on that in future), the hillside behind my house was almost totally bare. All the snow was gone, and I could see dried grasses and rocks. I had a vision of what the hill might look like in summer.
This morning, when I stumbled my groggy morning self out of that same bed, the hill was covered in snow. You may have heard me crying out, "What?" or "Why?" or "The hell you say!" - I was not impressed.
It isn't a heavy snow, and there's not tons and tons of it, but it was just so surprising. It's the wet stuff, too, so my jeans are damp around the bottoms from walking out to the truck. And I had to brush snow off the truck - good thing I bought a brush/scraper at Canadian Tire.
Speaking of the truck, I have figured out that it is a strange height for me. It's not quite high enough for me to need to step on the rail, but if I try to get in without stepping on it, it is awkward. On the other hand, if I do step on the rail, I have to scrunch down to get into the seat. So it is all around strange.
But I love it! Don't get me wrong, I love it!
It's just strange.
This morning, when I stumbled my groggy morning self out of that same bed, the hill was covered in snow. You may have heard me crying out, "What?" or "Why?" or "The hell you say!" - I was not impressed.
It isn't a heavy snow, and there's not tons and tons of it, but it was just so surprising. It's the wet stuff, too, so my jeans are damp around the bottoms from walking out to the truck. And I had to brush snow off the truck - good thing I bought a brush/scraper at Canadian Tire.
Speaking of the truck, I have figured out that it is a strange height for me. It's not quite high enough for me to need to step on the rail, but if I try to get in without stepping on it, it is awkward. On the other hand, if I do step on the rail, I have to scrunch down to get into the seat. So it is all around strange.
But I love it! Don't get me wrong, I love it!
It's just strange.
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