Hooray! Winter’s back in the Snow Belt, where it belongs.
I cleared the driveway for the wife in the morning with Mr. Snowblower, and scraped it just about down to the hardpack. Then I left at eight o’clock sharp to run some errands with the kids. When I returned two hours later, I couldn’t get up the driveway again, in forward or reverse. Now I need to time the next snowblowing pass for the wife’s return from work, lest I have to wrestle that huge lump of somewhat-self-propelled steel up and down the driveway three times in a day.
White death! You have returned! Oh, how much we have missed you. Did you have fun playing with the locals in Pittsburgh and Dee Cee?