Day 1958 The walking drift

23rd December 2022

There was about ten inches of snow up against the sunroom door. The wind had whipped most of the downfall turning it into blizzard conditions.

The result was the sliding door had frozen, the poor dogs were running round desperate for a piss. I rushed out into the garage to find the heat gun. A short burst of hot air was enough to free up the door, the dogs rushed out to do their business.

They didn’t want to stay out very long, they both arrived at the door waiting to be let in. I guess if my bare arse had sat on the snow, I would have had the same reaction.

I had some sanding to do on the writing bureau.

I manage to reclaim the original maple to and drop-down writing surface, and the inside shelf before my finger started to ache.

I had gone all day without trying my snow blower, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I fitted in the batteries and opened the garage door, the machine burst into life.

I ventured out into the bleak tundra, the machine was spitting the settled snow to the left of me. I quickly learnt that the depth of snow was too deep, so I had to take it in small chunks. I also didn’t take into account the wind.

I was trundling up the driveway, but as I got near the end, the wind caught the snow spray and thrust it straight back at me, I was now a snow man. Undeterred, I kept going, making progress and continuing to get covered. It was a good job it was dark, I didn’t relish the thought of being the neighbourhood idiot, although it gave Kelli a good laugh.