Snow Raking
No, you are not having problems with your eyes. This Grammie knows enough to stay far, far away from those who have a job to do. Looking out our bathroom window was a safe place for me.
When Nephew Brett dropped Dennis off last night, he didn’t waste any time getting home to his own family. This morning was a different story. Grandson Ryan was here ready to use the roof rake. Brett pulled up right behind him with a large Bobcat. Ryan works for Brett. When Brett saw our yard and the snow on the garage, Ryan must have felt like someone was pulling him by a choker chain. Yup, it was his boss, Brett. Ryan had been given instructions before Brett and Dennis left. I am sure he had planned on getting over here, but time flies when the boss is gone. Oh well.
Today the garage that Kevin has worked so hard on, to continue standing, is free of snow on the roof. Brett took out the 4′ high and 90′ long snowbank that was between what our neighbor Randy had created with his snowblower and Stauffer Avenue. That Bobcat had push power as well as a huge bucket. Our backyard is filled with a lot of pushed together snow. All is well that ends well.
Oh, for the ass chewing that Ryan most likely got. It can’t be easy for Brett having a nephew working for him some days. The best part was that Grandpa Dennis never had to say a word.