Smug
Dennis and I thought we were so smug having everything buttoned up and taken care of. Not! Our snow scoops were still in the potting shed. Dennis came in from doing that task with a grim look on his face. We have had just enough rain that the base of the wooden door was froze in and down.
I countered with me getting bundled up and the two of us would work together. I had spied the ice chipper in the car garage all summer and fall. I took the ice chipper and Dennis made sure he had his phone in his pocket and the two of us took off down Stauffer to the potting shed door. Phones are a necessary evil in case one of us had a mishap. Both of us on our handy dandy canes.
It didn’t take all that much of sliding the ice chipper under the wood door where there was no ice, inching toward the iced area and before we knew it . . . mission completion. I got the door closed as tight as possible with the concrete block. If a wee creature finds its way into the potting shed for shelter from the cold and snow, bless the little ones.
The ice scrapper is back in the garage and all three of the snow scoops are by the back door. God willing . . . they won’t be needed.
The wind has blown itself out, all is calm. I am not about to check on the temperature right now. If I don’t know it . . . it won’t bother me so much. But I will say, even bundled up for our escapade, my fingers did feel the cold.
We are having a breakfast type of supper. Steaming hot scrambled eyes, sausage and hot buttered toast. There is some blackberry jam just waiting to be spread.
This black Friday is going down as not very much retail therapy as my little sander did not get delivered as had been mentioned. Perhaps tomorrow.
With that I will take my leave. ♥