Hello, I am re-posting Part 1 of So Ready for Spring to go along with Part 2 which I just posted a few minutes ago so you can read both straight through if you like 🙂
Plow the Neighbor’s Driveway, Please. Don’t Worry About Us
A winter long ago started as Monday was winding down and the winter weather was winding up. Snow and lots of it is headed our way. I asked Hubby to please salt the roads tonight and again in the morning. Well, by early evening school was already cancelled. We had a ton of snow with more to come. So, I asked Hubby to plow first and then salt. He grumbled but he suited up to plow. He went down the hill to plow and disappeared. I went out to check on him and couldn’t find him. I was just about to go looking for him when I saw his headlights coming up the road. He had driven the quad with a plow on the front while not wearing a helmet down the driveway, down the main road and across to a side street to plow Softball Dad and Softball Mom’s driveway. Softball Dad is one of the softball coaches and Softball Mom his wife. I guess he wanted to score some major brownie points to ensure that Sweetie gets on the good softball team again this year and of course, to make himself look good. It didn’t occur to him to just plow our road so I could safely transport Sweetie to and from the bus stop and get myself safely to my bus stop. Did I mention that our driveway is a mile long and uphill both ways? Too bad he chose to do their driveway first. The quad only had so much life left in it and we didn’t know that until the snow hit…
QUADruple the Problem
I beg Hubby to please, please, please plow and salt while most of the snow is slushy because it is freezing fast. So he grudgingly stomps out to plow. A few minutes later I decided to finally have that cigarette had been wanting. I’m outside delightfully puffing away when I notice Hubby walking up the hill. The quad conked out. We had just had it repaired and this is, you guessed it, day 31 of the 30 day warranty!!! The quad is stuck right smack dab in the middle of the road on one of the hills. We can’t leave it there, someone will hit it if they are stupid enough to be driving on a night like this. Hubby asks me to tow the quad up the hill with my truck. Heck, I’ll give you my keys. Why do I have to do it?
We slide down the hill in the truck and position it in front of the broken down heap of a quad. Hubby hooks up the tow strap then proceeds to sit on the quad and tells me to drive up the hill. IS HE NUTS? What if I start to slide backwards on the ice, what should I do? Is it safe to ride on that thing while being towed? Won’t it just follow if you drive the truck up the hill sitting in the cab? I could use some instruction so I don’t accidentally kill you. So I reiterate, “WHAT DO I DO IF I START TO SLIDE BACKWARDS TOWARD YOU????!!!!” Accidentally kill him? He then speaks the most eloquent words of wisdom that I ever heard…’just keep driving up the hill’. No, now it will be on purpose with a snow shovel slapped upside his head!
I’m trembling as I put the truck in 4-wheel and start to drive up the hill. Theoretically, if I keep the speed steady, not too slow, not too fast I should be able to get up the whole hill without sliding into him or knocking him off the quad. My knees are knocking my knuckles are white but I’m doing it. I make it all the way into the driveway. I hurry to put the truck in park and jump out the door to see if Hubby is still there. Yes, he did not fall off. He says, hey come here and help me. I just realized that while the truck is in the driveway, the quad is still on the downhill side of it. The tow strap was too long. So I figured I’ll just drive right through the garden so I can get it up the rest of the way. The garden fence was destroyed when the second load of manure was delivered this fall (my birthday present, not to be confused by the first load of manure which was my mothers’ day present, he didn’t learn the first time, a story coming soon)! So no problem.
A Better Idea
Of course, Hubby has a better idea. His ideas are so much brighter than mine. He wants me to push the quad the rest of the way. Am I the only one to see that this won’t work, we’re on ICE! But like a dutiful wife, I do it. Or, at least I attempt it. My feet are sliding in all different directions. How did he think this was going to work? Plan B. I am now supposed to back the truck up closer to the quad, I can’t reiterate enough, ON ICE! Won’t that make it go further down the hill? Oh no, of course not. Hubby undid the tow strap and is holding one end. Theoretically, as I back up, he can take up the slack in the tow strap and make it shorter so I can pull it all the way into the driveway. I’m in full blown panic attack by now. and the rest of the night is a blur. I did see the quad in the driveway the next morning and Hubby was unscathed. I can’t help but think that if he did our driveway first, it would have gotten clean before the quad broke and thus would have been able to avoid Thursday and Friday’s experiences…
Thank you Friends for reading my blog posts. I hope you enjoyed this one. It does have a part 2 which I will be posting in the next day or two so keep watching for it. Yes it can get worse and it does get funnier. Please leave your comments, likes or dislikes using the buttons below. Also, please sign up to follow me by email so you won’t miss a single story. Have a great day. Enjoy yourself with love, joy and laughter always.