Much to the amusement of some NSA snooper, the title of this post has nothing to do with doing a few lines on a mirror in the back room of the Area Nightclub in NYC in the mid 80′s. I’m obviously way too young for having partied in that nightclub, but I’m certain it was fulfilled nights.
Anyway, back to the actual point of this story, which does not involve massive amounts of coke, while Tony Montana shouts “say ‘hello to my little friend!”
As a matter of fact, this post involves large quantities of snow that suddenly got dropped on the North East of the US recently, which shouldn’t really surprise many people given we are in the middle of the winter.
I think what shocked people the most was the amount of snow we received during the last 4-6 weeks. As much as one foot dropped over night one weekend alone.
Imagine how we felt, being half Irish, when the most snow we’ve seen in the past decade (before moving to the US) was about an inch, and then entire country shut down. At first the snow was wonderful and had a fairy tale feel to it. Once a thick layer of snow had covered the area, it muffled all sounds. I felt like running into the snow-covered landscape in my bathing rope, twirling while singing “Let it go!”. Dropping into the snow making snow angels and build a snow fortress. All the stuff any grown man was longing to do – right?!
Alarm bells should’ve gone off when we bought the house some months ago, and the owner proudly said he was leaving the industrial sized snowblower with the house. He was moving to Florida and had absolutely no use for it. We have an amazing long driveway, just short of 332 feet, times two as we actually have two roads leading to the house.
I was excited about the possibility that I would be operating my very own snow blower and got dressed for battling the snow; the day after we received the foot of snow. The beast jumped into life and I slowly started the caterpillar tracks and blower. It was super hungry and spewed snow well into the forest, clearing the driveway. Let me tell you, it still takes a long time to clear a 320+ feet driveway. And, despite having a monster snow blower, it is still a lot of hard work. Sweat was running down my forehead, turning into ice crystals and I had icecaps forming in my beard. Damn you Queen Elsa!
2 hours later, 4 lbs lighter and sweat soaked, the job was completed. Like any man and husband, I turned around, placed my hands on my hips and looked proudly down my 320+ feet cleared driveway. Awesome! Kudos to me and my machine. Surely my wife would be equally proud.
…then it started to snow again!
This whole “Frozen‘ obsession has to stop. Even the weather Gods are joining this strange trend and have covered Boston in a new ice age. When will this madness end?
Hope you are staying warm!
I’m preparing for another snowmaggedon in late February, and early March, as Phil the fecking Groundhog had predicted another six weeks of ‘Day After Tomorrow‘ syndrome. It still baffles me to think that we rely on a groundhog to predict winter these days, but given the recent Y2K of weather mis-predictions, it’s probably a safer bet.