Apparently the town sand pit is THE place to be.
Last weekend I had to go because I had a power guy stuck in my driveway. At the pit I met Kevin who informed me he also worked for the power company and knew the guy stuck in my driveway. Kevin helped me scrape enough dirt/sand/salt mixture off the ground to fill a bucket to help his buddy get out of my driveway since the actual pit was empty.
We got freezing rain and rain all last night, and wind. The people monitoring the shrinking arctic ice sheet might want to come out and visit me, I think I have their missing ice sheet in my driveway. Even BF remarked that the driveway was a death trap this morning, making me think is the worst it's ever been. Yup, it is.
Anyway, I spread the buckets I had on hand plus what was in the wood stoves from burning them all weekend. It wasn't enough. Went to the sand pit to pick up my allotted 2 buckets of sand. At the sand pit I was approached by this guy asking me if I lived in the big blue house on the hill. Oh sure, I'll cop to that, even without a road name. Apparently he lives at the end of the road and wanted me to know my BF never waves to him. I'm not exactly sure I've ever seen him before waving at us and I told him that. Apparently it was so upsetting that he needed to tell me that first thing upon meeting him. If he wants a friendly neighbor show I'm more than happy to honk as I go by, especially tonight when I'll get home around midnight. He told me that the people across from me have pigs (that must be where the escaped pig that I tried to capture came from) and that I have "a lot of animals." Yes, yes I do. I refused to nail down a specific amount of animals that I may or may not have. We talked about his service in Viet Nam and how he gets services from the VA where I work. It was a pleasant conversation and I was pleased to meet him.
When I got home I had the smart idea that instead of dragging heavy buckets down to the end of the driveway to treat it that I'd park part of the way up, take the sand out of the back of the car, sand the area, then move up the driveway some more. I thought this was a genius idea.
On the third section, about halfway up the driveway, I hear something strange. I look up and my car is no longer anchored to the ground, but it is sliding, wheels locked (with studded tires on), and obviously heading my way. I throw the bucket of sand and the shovel into the snowbank, and thankfully had left my driver door open, so I ran up and jumped in the car to guide it down the driveway better.
I'm very lucky.
I also then parked in the garage and just walked the rest of the way down with the other bucket.
Lesson learned.
I need spring.
Last weekend I had to go because I had a power guy stuck in my driveway. At the pit I met Kevin who informed me he also worked for the power company and knew the guy stuck in my driveway. Kevin helped me scrape enough dirt/sand/salt mixture off the ground to fill a bucket to help his buddy get out of my driveway since the actual pit was empty.
We got freezing rain and rain all last night, and wind. The people monitoring the shrinking arctic ice sheet might want to come out and visit me, I think I have their missing ice sheet in my driveway. Even BF remarked that the driveway was a death trap this morning, making me think is the worst it's ever been. Yup, it is.
Anyway, I spread the buckets I had on hand plus what was in the wood stoves from burning them all weekend. It wasn't enough. Went to the sand pit to pick up my allotted 2 buckets of sand. At the sand pit I was approached by this guy asking me if I lived in the big blue house on the hill. Oh sure, I'll cop to that, even without a road name. Apparently he lives at the end of the road and wanted me to know my BF never waves to him. I'm not exactly sure I've ever seen him before waving at us and I told him that. Apparently it was so upsetting that he needed to tell me that first thing upon meeting him. If he wants a friendly neighbor show I'm more than happy to honk as I go by, especially tonight when I'll get home around midnight. He told me that the people across from me have pigs (that must be where the escaped pig that I tried to capture came from) and that I have "a lot of animals." Yes, yes I do. I refused to nail down a specific amount of animals that I may or may not have. We talked about his service in Viet Nam and how he gets services from the VA where I work. It was a pleasant conversation and I was pleased to meet him.
When I got home I had the smart idea that instead of dragging heavy buckets down to the end of the driveway to treat it that I'd park part of the way up, take the sand out of the back of the car, sand the area, then move up the driveway some more. I thought this was a genius idea.
On the third section, about halfway up the driveway, I hear something strange. I look up and my car is no longer anchored to the ground, but it is sliding, wheels locked (with studded tires on), and obviously heading my way. I throw the bucket of sand and the shovel into the snowbank, and thankfully had left my driver door open, so I ran up and jumped in the car to guide it down the driveway better.
I'm very lucky.
I also then parked in the garage and just walked the rest of the way down with the other bucket.
Lesson learned.
I need spring.
