Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 12:45 pm
Yesterday was an extremely bad day in every way, shape and form, SigInt.
Anyway, to continue my trend of reporting daily events in the life of my family on this forum...
Our driveway is about 3/8ths of a mile long. We got so much snow yesterday(and it was so cold), that we needed to plow it out, but the tractor's fuel line was frozen.
We spent most of the day shovelling snow, to clear a path for the tractor, which we pushed into a small rickety shack my brother built. Then we spent several hours putting a small woodburner in that shack, lit a fire in it, and waited.
I was somewhat surprised when Dad told me to bring the toolbox back to the house - he wanted it out of the way in case the shack exploded. (He really said that).
I envisioned some Walkeresque thing where I'd dive out of the building seconds before a huge fireball went into the air, but luckily there were no explosions.
That fire never did melt the fuel line. So today, Dad gets one of our bikes, and sets off to pedal his way to the office(about 6 miles away). I wondered how he'd get down our driveway - a foot deep in snow, but he managed somehow.
Today, Mom suggested the bright idea of shovelling the snow off of our driveway - all 1,980 feet of it...
Yeah Mom.
Brilliant.

Anyway, to continue my trend of reporting daily events in the life of my family on this forum...
Our driveway is about 3/8ths of a mile long. We got so much snow yesterday(and it was so cold), that we needed to plow it out, but the tractor's fuel line was frozen.
We spent most of the day shovelling snow, to clear a path for the tractor, which we pushed into a small rickety shack my brother built. Then we spent several hours putting a small woodburner in that shack, lit a fire in it, and waited.
I was somewhat surprised when Dad told me to bring the toolbox back to the house - he wanted it out of the way in case the shack exploded. (He really said that).
I envisioned some Walkeresque thing where I'd dive out of the building seconds before a huge fireball went into the air, but luckily there were no explosions.
That fire never did melt the fuel line. So today, Dad gets one of our bikes, and sets off to pedal his way to the office(about 6 miles away). I wondered how he'd get down our driveway - a foot deep in snow, but he managed somehow.
Today, Mom suggested the bright idea of shovelling the snow off of our driveway - all 1,980 feet of it...
Yeah Mom.

Ditto. It couldn't have been any worse if our house burned down... no, that would've been a lot worse, actually.a_sigint_ninja wrote:Plus yesterday was an extremely bad day for me.