A day or so ago I was hearing from several of my co-workers about a possible snowstorm that might be coming this way this weekend. There were rumors about the possibility of a foot or more of the white stuff that might be coming down. Naturally, for most of them, it was a cause for concern, but for me it was quite the opposite. My personal reaction to hearing we might be getting significant snowfall was ‘About Damn Time!’
I’ve always been one that liked a lot of snow. Even when I was little, I loved to watch the snow come down, knowing that the next day (or later that same day) I would be able to play in it. Snowball fights, snow forts, being able to get swathed in my snowsuit, with the mittens attached to the cuffs by clips, playing in the yard with my brother and the neighbor kids for hours. Sledding, tobogganing, building, destroying, fighting (not the ‘knock down drag out’ variety) and just generally having a good time as kids are supposed to.
Now that I’m older, well the desire is still there, just in a different manner. I have a ‘toy’ that I ‘play’ with, called a snowblower. It’s almost 30 years old, and it’s undergone a couple of refits, but it still works just fine. A bit rusty, I remember purchasing it from the local AGWAY store near where I grew up, because there was a big snowstorm coming, and I wasn’t able to manhandle the large Graveley tractor that my Dad used to use. His Alzheimer’s was in full swing at the time, and he wasn’t able to help me with the configuration of attaching the large 48″ snowblower to the front of the tractor. So I went to the AGWAY and bought a floor model snowblower, and asked if it was possible for them to deliver it that day. As I recall they were amenable to the prospect, and later that afternoon, just before the snow started falling, the truck arrived and they dropped it in my driveway. I muscled it up and into the garage and was able to test it out the next morning. Worked like a champ. So much so that I never used the older, bigger snowblower again. Even so, were I able to, I would have taken Dad’s Graveley with me. But the people who bought my parent’s house wanted the tractor, so it went with the house as it was sold. Visiting the property in 2016, I noted the tractor was long gone from the garage. The owner’s Mercedes sedan was in the bay where the old station wagon used to sit, but it appeared there had been no yard equipment in the garage for some time.
Hmm…getting back to the topic at hand. Getting ready for the impending snowstorm. I went shopping today for some of the items I figured we needed, filled the Edge with gas and filled my 5 gallon can with gas to make sure the snow blower was good to go. Between Saturday and Sunday, if the storm holds the right track, we might end up with about 20 or more inches of snow.
Fingers crossed it works out that way!!