Today was my appointment to move the snow from the bottom driveway. It’s a less important chore because in the winter we don’t have as much need to clear the way to the bottom floor. Only if there’s a big party or something do we need the space for a bunch of cars. But I like to keep the driveways clear of snow and so it was on the list. But about three quarters of the way through I noticed that the snow blower was malfunctioning. It was veering to the right (which sounds reasonable with something I own) and forcing me to push it in the other direction. What had happened was that the left wheel was no longer receiving power from the engine. Not knowing whether it was something I could fix myself I abandoned the machine and decided to handle the rest of the snow with a shovel.
Well, that was easier said than done. The snow had been rained on after falling and was now pretty solidly a giant block of ice about six to twelve inches deep. I tried breaking it up with my shovel and only accomplished cracking the shovel off of the handle. A lesser man would have been chagrined but not I. I have this shovel that is used for skinning shingles off of a roof. It has a flat bladed and is thin at the bottom but pretty substantial higher up. I spent a goodly amount of time breaking up the iceberg that was my bottom driveway and then shoveling it onto the pile at the edge of the grass.
It was quite a workout but surprisingly I felt much more energized after finishing it and taking a shower than I had felt before starting the task. Granted, if I had been forced to do the entire driveway that way it would have taken three days. And by the end of the job, I would not be anywhere near as chirpy as I am right now. Still, it’s good to know that I haven’t fallen yet into the level of decrepitude that Camera Girl assumes I have. She’s always warning me about not overexerting myself. Women!
Of course, now I have to figure out whether to send the snow blower out for repair or try to do it myself. If I knew this was the last major snowfall of the season, I wouldn’t worry about trying to fix it myself. But if the next one is a foot of snow, I’d be in big trouble without the machine. So commonsense says call up the shop and get this puppy fixed. Well so much for my rugged self-sufficiency.
Camera Girl is making my favorite meal tonight and I told her she did it because of my macho activities today have inspired her womanly domestic side to honor me. She shook her head and kept stirring the sauce she was making. That’s just an act she puts on to tease me. I’m not fooled. She senses my power and I tolerate her play acting. Ah, “the timeless art of seduction” as Cosmo Kramer once noted.
So, as you can see, I’ve been busy today but here are a few things I noticed.
I read someone’s substack claiming Biden wanted the Russians to invade the Ukraine to get Germany to shut down Nord Stream 2. I don’t know. I have a hard time thinking about Dementia Joe playing 4D chess against Vladimir Putin. I can more easily believe that the LGBTQ Nazis in his State Department demanded that Ukraine be admitted to NATO to ensure the protection of sodomy.
The wire services are claiming that the Ukrainians are valiantly repulsing the savage Rus at every turn. Somehow, I find this unlikely. I did read that Russia and Ukraine are going to have a parlay in Belarus. My guess Putin will offer these terms. In exchange for permanent neutrality by Ukraine and no NATO admittance, the rump Ukraine can go about its business. The new states that Putin has carved out of Ukraine will remain independent for now. Should be interesting to see how this goes.
A new week begins and March is coming in like a lamb. Which tells me it’ll go out like a lion. I better get that snow blower fixed.