February 3rd, 2006


beat up bad, got dumped, left out in the cold

... which sounds appalling until I say that it's my hands that got beat up from shoveling snow out in the cold, since we got dumped on. And I guess it wasn't too cold, either. In fact I quite enjoyed the shoveling - it was a good opportunity to think about my future and what's important to me right now.

Of course, our driveway takes a long time to shovel. The entrance road is cleared by backhoe - thank goodness for that, otherwise I could be finished now just as I am, but without all the breaks and sleep. (And, as it is, it took just under 10 hours, due to the immense snowfall - usually it takes less than three.) The paved loop in front of the house is all that has to be done manually - it could be done by backhoe, but this has serious drawbacks:

1) It would wreck the plants. Krista, do you remember when we were starting to back out of the driveway and Mom came out and yelled at you? Think how she'd be concerning heavy snow-clearing equipment! =)

2) The remaining inch of packed snow quickly becomes glare ice. This isn't so much a problem on the entrance road, which has gentler inclines, but the loop near the house has steep grades and would eventually require a four-wheel-drive to climb were it not for constant* manual clearing.

* - Yes, even after only a few centimetres of snow. The shade keeps it from melting as it would if it were exposed.

I guess I can be oddly proud of this; I've seen mansions with less complex driveways. In that sense I can feel like a king, although this "mansion" doesn't come with little servants and I really feel like Herakles cleaning out the Augean stables, just without the aid of the rivers.

Anyway, it's times like these that I dream about living in the city, with no driveway, or a driveway of a scale and topography such that it can be navigated by tricycle. Ah, who am I kidding? Living here is free, and it's beautiful, especially when the shoveling is done.