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Blizzard on its way. Oh, Boy!
I got back home yesterday after visiting my father and siblings. Was supposed to be a three day trip, but an itsy bitsy storm on its third day made travel home too treacherous. My cat sitter didn't even venture out. Made for a very vocal cat.
Do you ever write whole paragraphs, then read what you've written? Consider yourself lucky that you didn't read about the reasons for my kitty's special diet.
Anyway, 6" of untouched snow greeted me upon my return yesterday afternoon. Not a big deal for my SUV, so into the dry garage we went. Figured I could scrape 6" off the driveway in a flash. I have three shovels. Two ergonomic, though only one still has its handle. And one metal one with battered edge, for ice duty.
Three hours later - one very clean driveway. (It deserves this BIG picture.). One hour in, realizing I could give myself a heart attack, or at least a trip to the chiropractor, using my shovel for the job, I turned to the snow blower. Took a deep breath. Why do I fear that thing? Pulled it out, found the directions, filled the tank with 50:1 mix, plugged it in, turned the key on, released the choke, primed the carburetor, pushed the start button, five seconds on, five seconds off, a max of ten times. Nothing. Then let it sit for 40 minutes to go through this little ritual again; sometimes the starter is frozen. Returned to pushing snow, kind of half lifting, half smushing it at the edge. Came back to the snow blower.
Oh! You're supposed to turn the key way, way, way over to the right! THEN push the start button.
My electric company has been kind enough to tell us we better count on being without power for a spell when this blizzard rolls through tonight.
Good to be home. I can catch up on your blogs! I will supply you all with a blizzard report tomorrow morning. (I did pull the generator out and plug it in, to charge its electric start. And I did fill my second emergency gas container. You think the snow blower fills me with fear.)
enjoy our day
Wishing you fine times