I had a triumphant post planned out in my head for today. In it, I was going to tell you about how the sky cleared in the late morning Friday, and how when I got home and got dinner in the oven, I decided that since it was sunny out, I should go out and clear the snow.
I was going to tell you that, after a few false starts, a start at shoveling, a look down the driveway and one phone call to Mike, I managed to get the snowblower running.
I was going to tell you about how perfectly I timed it, coming back inside just as dinner was done in the oven.
And I was definitely going to tell you about how I decided that I would go out and tidy up the driveway manually this weekend, at least the upper part so that when Dad comes on Monday he can park on relatively clear driveway. Then this morning, I woke up to this.
**fume**
Lesson learned (again): NEVER POKE THE FATES. Or at the very least, check the forecast before you celebrate. So I’ll run the snowblower down the driveway again Sunday sometime, because my weather app says we’re in for another 5-10 cm before tomorrow night. And it’ll be as clear as it’s going to be.
Tomorrow, assuming she’s dry, I’ll introduce you to Wave Maiden.
