Great, Kat.

Lessee, snow is big, we got a late start in favor of some much-needed sleep. I TRIED to persuade Hardi that this is a hired-plow day, but no go.....

The bibs and snowsuit I'd given to H do not fit year, but they show that I am now in the range of commercially avail. sizes so I will get some new bibs, yay. I've missed them.

The van's winter survival pak contained all the pieces for a sweats/hats/gloves plowing combo, so I added a warm silk scarf and waterproof jacket and headed out. I WAS able to run the plow, I WAS able to run the little push blower, but the late start meant all I really "accomplished" was to learn how to run 'em the smart way and make a mess for H in the process. I guess I was out there about 45 minutes before pain drove me in for drugs. 1/2 walkies and 1/2 on the plow. As I suspected my weight on the plow made it less get-stuckable-- good news for next time when we will plan better. He can give me a map and an assignment and I will do it.

I came back in as ordered before doing too much-- I hope (I just took pain meds), to resume Cooking for The Man who is still out there going back and forth and back and forth and..... he'll need those warm calories. (And I remember a time when I could not even do THAT part as he plowed.)


Before we started he told me it would mean an awful lot to him psychologically just to see me out there able to try.


I did discover one REALLY exciting trick with the blower (that he has not yet know) that will make the next snowfall very vulnerable to my brief and excellent help. Maybe even later today-- grinding out the icy road-plow mess at the road mouth for him to push away, away, away with the plow. Or he can do it, but two thick heads ARE better than one! :~)

~S~