Miss Marple said we are all alloted three score and ten years, and like Miss Marple I shall soon be overdrawn.
Now, having lived 70 years, I will use this blog to record my observations and try to answer the question, "Is the hokey-pokey really what it's all about?
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
One week ago
I published a blog post complaining that throughout the month of January we had
so little snow here in Maine that I wasn't able to bank the house.
later and three major snow storms, the Goddess whose job it is to keep men humble
has bestowed her satirical blessing.
We now have
about thirty inches of standing snow and drifts that are deeper. I
normally wouldn't complain; but Her benevolence didn't stop there.
I got up at daybreak to clear the driveway of the ten inches that had fallen
over night. The temperature was four
below. I pulled the snow blower out of
the shed and tried to start it, but the engine would barely turn over. I was not overly concerned, as the little
nine horse has an electric starter. I
ran an extension cord from the back porch to the shed, pumped the primer, set
full choke and hit the start button.
The starter motor spun, the engine caught immediately, but then a loud
bang… I shifted into gear, held down
the auger handle and drove into a snow bank: the drive worked fine but the snow
blower wouldn't blow snow.
Back in the
shed, at four below zero, I disassemble the fan belt cover and the bottom plate
exposing the pulleys. Sure enough, the
auger belt had broken.
By this time
it’s after eight, so I call Sears to see if they have the belt in stock: no, but
they can order one – which will take a week to ten days to deliver. That would be no problem in July, but another
snow storm is predicted for Thursday. I have to find a belt.
In order to
get the car out of the driveway I have to shovel a path to the road. I make the seven mile ride on slushy, icy
road to the auto parts store with the broken belt. The young man at the store measures the belt
with a tape measure and sells me a belt guaranteed to fit – except when I get
home it doesn't; so, back to the auto parts store for a larger belt.
It is approaching
noon by the time I get home, and I have skipped breakfast, so I decide it is time for a break. My wife makes me cereal, toast and tea. An hour later I am back outside trying to
mount the belt. This time it fits.
all the panels and everything seems to be working. I still have the driveway to clear, and by the
time I put the snow blower away it is four-o-clock and I am beat.
As I stamp
back to the house I think I hear faint laughter – a woman’s voice; but it has
to be just the wind blowing through the trees. the Ol'Buzzard