First Real Taste of Winter of 2020
Winter, in all its Glory, Arrives
Today I chatted on the radio with Mark Auerbach, who has a show called Arts Beat in Westfield, MA. It was fun even though at this point, all we can do is speculate about travel will return and where we’ll go when it does.
He asked me to share ideas about where to go to enjoy the arts during the pandemic and I was unable to do more than offer hope about vaccines—I couldn’t’ think of what to tell the audience since there are not really that many options.
But all day yesterday as I watched the snow pile up, I thought about whether my snowblower would start–or whether I would have to try to get it fixed as the snow reached about a foot out in the drive.
No, fortunately, I had heeded the advice of more than one snowblower repairman who told me about putting Stabile into the gas tank when I shut it down last year. This ensures that the gas won’t go sour and VAROOOM, it started up like a champ.
And this morning I read about my poor cousin Steve and my friend Richard, who both didn’t have their machines working when they needed them yesterday. I am glad my driveway is pristine, and I was cheered when Steve wrote that someone stopped and plowed him out when they saw him struggling with the snow shovel.
I still get excited about snow, and I still enjoy the feeling of being inside and having snow falling. I made a big fire for much of the day and the snow added padding that kept the place eerily quiet. I remember when I used to have another older snowblower, and then it broke.
It only took two winter snowstorms to convince me that, like other tools, when you have to borrow something more than twice, you need to buy one. So Craig’s list came to the rescue and I’ve been happy ever since doing my driveway with my own machine…