A wee bit obsessed

[morgaina]

Some sunshine!



This is the end of my sidewalk looking towards the studio. Those rough areas in the snow are where I walked to the highway yesterday. You can see the highway in the far distance behind the studio. The snow was up to my butt in places, then down to my knees in others. What you see here was some of the "up to my butt" height.



This is the Iszuz with the dead batterythat was supposed to be my back-up :-(. I've shoveled it out in anticipation several times. The trees are bare of snow due to the wind.




I realize that most of my shoveling is an exercise in futility, but shoveling the snow away from the windows is necessary to keep the pressure from breaking the windows. This snow is the kind that sticks to the shovel, I sprayed it with Pam, which worked for awhile, but gets washed off by the snow before the job is done.

Comments

[copper-oxide.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.
I guess my point is that you knew what it would be like, made the choice to be in that situation and, I will assume, were prepared for it.
In my case there has never been a winter like this in the 25 years I've lived in this house, so I was not prepared other than my normal winter preperations, and do not want to be socked in like this.

[earcmacfithil.livejournal.com]

Well, no, actually I didn't. My parents moved into my Aunt and Uncle's house after my father got out of the Navy, so I really had no choice at all. We quickly learned what winter is like there and just adapted.

[copper-oxide.livejournal.com]

I still don't think you understand what I am going through here. I do not have parents to take care of things for me.

[earcmacfithil.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not. Still, I was expected to chop wood, run the chainsaw, rake pine needles, shovel snow, start the fire in the wood stove every morning, and occasionally climb out onto the roof and sweep the chimney. While I know that wasn't even remotely hard compared to, say, Frontier life, I don't feel that my parents necessarily "took care of me," at least not in the way that it seems with kids these days (from whom I'm alarmingly not all that far removed in the grand scheme of history), especially after my father left. (Holy run-on sentence, Batman!)

[copper-oxide.livejournal.com]

Not the same thing at all.

[earcmacfithil.livejournal.com]

Agreed. And, of course, what constitutes difficult for one person might not be difficult at all for another.