One Last Time?
Old Man Winter is going to get a sun burn before you know it, if he keeps this snow crap and cold temperatures up. The sun has power. The storm of yesterday had more power. With so much rain and the experts are saying the frost is four feet down, there was no place for the rain to go. Oh . . . wait a minute. It started to snow after several hours of rain and the snow covered all the rain up. This morning . . . found it! A fat layer of ice under the snow. That was at seven this morning. It was 18 degrees and the wind made it feel like -6 degrees. Here we are in the late afternoon and the sun is showing us who is the boss. Slush over ice everywhere.
One of Dennis’ fellows, Scott, stopped in to chat with Dennis in the patio porch. I did take notice of the huge red pickup in the driveway. One thing lead to another. Before long a second fellow, Dean, stopped in. He didn’t park in the driveway. He parked on Stauffer Avenue. He took up the entire Stauffer Avenue. It didn’t take long and Dean and his long green line had opened the driveway to our back garage. Oh my, for the piles of snow we have.
While we were having lunch, Dennis made an administrative decision. After lunch, we were taking the little red pickup and moving the Santa from the backyard garage into the basement. His reasoning being: when that snow starts to melt, that yard would be as soft as a sponge, if not a pond. We had agreed that in order to finish the Santa Project, he would have to be close by and not half a block away for fittings and repairs. We can check that off of our “need to do” list. While Dennis had been gone on his road trip, I had moved things around in the sewing studio making room for the visitor.
Someone really needs to save us from ourselves at a point. If . . . I was willing to help, Dennis was ready to evacuate the patio porch. Hmm. Had I not had an appointment set up for tomorrow with the chiropractor, for a second treatment on my shoulders and neck, I would have refused him. What the heck. Let’s get it done and let the healing begin after the “have tos.” When standing water is seen on the patio, it’s too late to think of the patio porch’s wellbeing. People buy brand new vehicles and park them outside 24/7. The little red pickup will be sitting in our driveway until the spring thaw is totally over. As of today, Dennis’s patio porch is empty and he has set up digs in the pickup garage, complete with cable television. The carpet has been taken up and let the good Lord do what must be done to put this winter behind us.
Stauffer Avenue . . . still the sweetest place on earth for us two old timers. Hopefully this was the last time for heavy snowfalls.