Last night's "1 to 2 inches" left at least 5 on my deck railing and several drifts in the driveway, so I got up at 5:00 a.m. to clear the driveway before my tenant could drive his truck over it. And discovered, at 5:10, that my snowblower was not going to cooperate.
Now, this snowblower has never fully cooperated, but last year I could do almost the whole driveway before it would die, if the snow wasn't too heavy. No luck today. At least today's snow was all powder, so it wasn't hard to move it with the scoop, but it took almost an hour. Should have had breakfast first. I can't get a new snowblower because this is a "perfectly good" snowblower that my dad rescued from the dump (oops, I mean "transfer station"). Hmmmmmmm.
Fortunately, I teach at the coolest school in Portland. At 7:30 a.m. I described (apparently in side-splittingly explicit detail) the noises and motions my snowblower makes before it dies to the instructor of the Small Engine Repair class. Viola! [sic] My snowblower was retrieved from my garage while I taught my classes, repaired, and at 1:30 I was in the shop with him listening to what had been wrong with it and how he had fixed it. Tomorrow it will be spirited back to the garage sometime during the day.
Did I mention how cool PATHS teachers are?
Oh, and did I mention that WE HAVE SNOW! As in, maybe Sunday I can USE MY CROSS COUNTRY SKIS!