Monday, February 7, 2011

Too tired to blog about much of anything

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I still am digging out from the blizzard, a little each day. The city is in financial ruins so no overtime (or enthusiasm) is being directed toward snow removal. The road crew left a 5-feet-tall by 12-feet-wide glacier of plowed snow extending 15-feet from my mailbox out into the cul-de-sac. After moving half of that mound of snow to the lawn side of the curb, I ran out of room and decided just to cut a path for the mail truck through what is left of it. Another foot or so should do it. I am sure the city road crew will plow the rest of it into my driveway when they find the time.

After my morning digging, I spent the entire afternoon replacing the 11-year-old sink garbage disposal.

A cigar and bourbon would suit me just fine right about now, but I’ll stay firmly seated on the wagon. Damn, I sure do miss smoking and drinking.

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5 comments:

Mark said...

I'll drink an extra Leinenkugel's for ya. :)

Be careful with all the digging, my back's still sore from wednesday.

James A. Zachary Jr. said...

Thanks, Mark. Cheers!

Yeah, my old back is aching a bit too. Tylenol and a cup of coffee should perk me up.

Take care.

Arthur B. Burnett said...

Greetings from Texas,
As much as I scream and moan about the cold weather we just had, and have coming back tonight, I know I dodged the bullet. None of the pipes burst when they froze and the animals came through it alright.

I have family still in the Texas Panhandle and get blow by blow reports from them about the snow and ice.

So glad I got out when I did. Good luck James, I'll have a glass of wine for you. Can't help with the cigars.

James A. Zachary Jr. said...

Thanks, Art. Hope your weather gets back to normal soon. Things are really pretty normal up here... folks out east have had it much worse and do much less complaining than we windy Chicagoland folks do ;)

Helene Burnett said...

I think plow drivers take a class during the fall on techniques for blocking folks' driveways.
Now they chortle from within their heated cabs, swilling coffee and thinking of people shoveling the heavy, icy, and miserable snow/slush they've left.
Careful with the shoveling. Rest when you need to.