I figured I'd get started around noon, since it was tapering off. This is what greeted me when I headed to the garage to get the blowin' goin'.
Looked at the driveway I had to clear:
Hoo boy.
Well, I went out and flogged myself for five hours. Did my driveway, walkway and sidewalk. Cleaned the admiral's car, moved it, blew out the stuff I had knocked off.
Then I did a couple of neighbors sidewalks and driveway aprons. The one next door is a long story. Her former husband had back issues. He gave me the Ariens on the trade that I do their snow removal. Even though that was probably fifteen years ago I still went over there for the sidewalk and driveway in front of the cars. And the house beyond that, the husband is DSNY, so I'm sure he's all hands on deck. I knocked out their sidewalk too.
Around 4:00 I was pretty shot. I was working on Mrs. Avenger's car at that point and we still hadn't seen a plow. I cleared most of our apron, but didn't want to go too far into the street, because plows.
And under the heading of no good deed goes unpunished, that's when the shovel mercenaries showed up to dig Mrs. Divorcee out. I guess they're getting paid for my work.
This time.
I finally gave up on the idea of getting the Buick completely dug out. I got it cleaned off and did what I could to get back to the driver's door so I could move it later.
It was getting dark, it was getting late. I had just wasted an hour earning money for somebody else. I was still going to have to fire up the Ariens again tomorrow to clear the driveway, and while I'm contemplating that,.... the snowblower runs out of gas and sputters down from idle to silence. The silence is good.
I'll take that as an omen. So I dragged the little beast back to the garage and I'm having an
@Chevy1 beer in the garage to celebrate. Took this pic for youze guys....
Five minutes later the &#@$-c+$ plow comes down the block.
It's like the fickle finger of fate of the universe keeps poking at me. Sucker, sucker, sucker.
Oh well. At least I didn't clear the apron after the plow. Because all the neighbors who were so proactive are all plowed in again. And you know we'll all get buried again at 4:00 am while they're racking up the overtime.