I opened my eyes, and immediately wondered what was different. It took me a minute or two for my soul to come back to my body from it's nightly wanderings, and I finally realized that one of the big differences was the amount of light in my room. It had snowed quite a bit overnight and for the first time in our new home, I had the wonder of waking up to bright white snow light coming through the windows! The first snow of the season. Ah... It brought a slight grin to my lips.
And then I realized something else. It was COLD in my room. Not the normal we-have-to-keep-costs-down-so-keep-the-thermostat-at-60 kinda cold, but colder. The poor dog was squeezed into such a tight ball, I wasn't even sure it was the dog! Seems that Champ (the monster in the basement otherwise known as the boiler - aptly named after the monster of Lake Champlain) decided to take a winter break on this, our first day of winter. Ah... There went that grin on my lips.
Both Lynn and I were very happy with our little woodstove, Monsieur Godin, that morning! Luckily, the oil company (yes, we are living in a 220 year old house that heats with OIL!) was out the same day and got us sorted out. The sound of Champ coming to life beneath our feet is now a much welcomed sound!
There was another issue, as well. Neither Lynn nor I had put our address on any plowing list. Usually, at the beginning of the winter season around here, you get your name on the local plow drivers list and they just stop by and get the driveway done whenever it snows more than a few inches. Let's keep in mind that we're pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and it takes no less than some bribery and high costs to get ANYONE out here to do work. And we forgot to get on the list. My bad. But that snow wasn't about to move itself. And we don't have a plow. But, we DO have a truck. A really rockin', kick ass truck. A truck that can definitely get through that snow. Now, how to get that truck to move that snow WITHOUT a plow attached?
Enter, the SNOW DRAG. I would love to take credit for this, but alas, not... This is how Andy (my ex, and my neighbor years ago) used to get rid of the snow on our drive when we lived up on the Mesa in Colorado.
This simple idea is to drag a big, heavy log or something behind the truck, attached to the hitch, in order to drag the snow out of the way. There just happened to be a big wood column that had come out of the barn after some renovations, just sitting in the snow, a few fat chains and heavy duty caribiners, and a jaunt to Robinson's (hardware store about 15 minute down the island), and VOILA!! We had a snow drag. It even worked. Kinda. At least when Lynn got home, she was able to drive around the entire driveway (around the house) twice without getting stuck, and she has a "low rider" (she's a hipster chick!). The snow drag strikes!
And I gotta say - I was feeling pretty damned good about myself! Thanks, Andy, for being my motivator! As my saying goes, "If Andy can do it, so can I". Usually, it doesn't work out that way. But yesterday, it did! And it felt really good to know I DID IT! Here's Jocelyn (the wonder-truck) doing her job... Happy Snow Day at Faywood Gardens!