Does a 4 foot Mountain of Snow (& hidden ice boulders) blocking your driveway look like attempted murder to you?

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Sunday, February 11th, 2018 —> -2˚C / +27˚F & grey & damp @ 4:55 pm on Pamm’s Birthday in Atlantic Canada 🙂 —

Snow Ridge to the left of snowblower

– After I struggled to get through the ‘low end’ of the ice and snow ridge those wonderful people dumped to block the driveway, I went and grabbed my iPhone and took a couple photos – Schnarr! –

— Schnarr! I’m one of the youngest guys down this corner of our street and when the bleepity bleep bleeping snow plows go out of their way to plow us in like this it DOES begin to feel like attempted murder. Grumble grumble … There were chunks of ice hidden beneath three and four-foot ridges of snow that had to be 2 feet wide and a foot and a half tall, and the snowblower didn’t like slamming into those. I stopped near the road to pick up and/or kick those monsters out of the way and people driving up the street in 4 wheel drive vehicles looked at me like “Holy Snar!” 😉

- Sigh - Snow blower backed part way out of its groove.

– & this is what a little bit of progress looks like from the house side of things. – 27 inch snowblower versus four foot high snow ridge. –

— When Sears Canada laid off its workers and paid big bonuses to its executives a couple months ago – Cathi looked at the snowblower and said, “Hey, good thing we didn’t bite the bullet and shell out that money to extend the warranty on this thing. They announced that they won’t honour those contracts after today.”

Sliced ice and snow mountain.

– And that’s where the snowblower and I gave up today – Couldn’t cut any deeper into that stuff – Please notice the ice bombs and boulders hiding under snow at the left of that hill. –

— The snow mountain doesn’t look all that impressive in the above photo. The snowblower and I cut away more than twice the height of the snowblower’s – um – hopper? What do you call the business end of a snowblower? “Chipper”? Ick.

— But today I discovered that even our anthropomorphic snowblower has a sense of humour. When I started it up it went forward and back – fine – but the blades wouldn’t turn at all. I very cautiously checked to make sure there wasn’t a solid chunk of ice holding the blades stuck, then tipped the thing up and down a couple times to jar it awake. – And, leaving it in non moving mode, I pushed down the lever that is supposed to turn on the blades’ action and cautiously leaned as far forward as I could, to see if it was working. As soon as my face was in range for the snow blowing spout ( is that whatcha might call it? ) – The thing kicked in and got me with a slight wump of snow – I tell ya, artificial intelligence is here… 😉 —

"Doot doot doo - Shovlin out my back door..."

– I think I get at least one shot like this every winter since we came to New Brunswick – Canyon dug through snow mountains to get to our door. –

— Sigh —

Selfie.

“After -” { I should find a thirty year old photograph of me and claim that was me before I tried to shovel and snow-blow the driveway this afternoon. 😉 } –

— Lately I’ve become a fan of my iPhone camera – I used to think they were over-hyped and over-priced until we began having issues with our Samsungs.

Cathi's Painting.

– Cathi’s Painting

 

— & Cathi talked about this painting last night – Her aunt brought her on a trip to Europe in the 80’s – a tour of the Netherlands and Belgium focusing on art museums and artistic stuff.

— I think both Cathi and her aunt ( a concert pianist and supporting member of a national museum of art ) thought the view to the left here, in real life, was awe-inspiring. Cathi took a photograph and then painted what she’d captured and remembered and gave the painting to her aunt for Christmas that year.

— Her aunt loved it.

— Sadly, after her aunt died almost twenty years later, the painting came back to Cathi and of course, it still means a lot to her.

— { It looked like I had it framed perfectly in the LED screen — }

— Sigh, I should quit while I’m ahead?

— Am I? Ahead? – Of what?

— Shrug —,

~~~~~ Jim

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