Another day fending off the bleh cold. What a mediocre virus. It's not strong enough to wipe me out and give me an excuse for staying in bed, yet potent enough to make we want to sit through The Tigger Movie three times.
Skipped soccer last night. Skipped the nursing home this morning. Nothing to write about.
Oh yeah. I do have a small note to my father-in-law:
Dear Father-In-Law,
You and my terrific mother-in-law picked a great time to go on vacation. While you're sunning yourselves in the Virgin Islands, we got seven inches of snow yesterday. I know you're sorry you missed it. I didn't want you to worry about coming home to a lot of shoveling and plowing, so I fired up the Jeep and took my best shot at clearing the driveway.
It took me a while, but I finally figured out which levers and buttons work the Jeep, which ones work the plow, and which ones make that awful grinding noise stop.
On my first pass, I took out a small section of the pasture fence. Good thing we don't have cows right now, huh? I'll fix it this spring. Promise.
When I was backing out of the fence, I dinged the plow on the corner of barn, but the dent wasn't very big, and it kind of straightened itself out when I hit the pine tree on my next forward pass. You can hardly see any damage.
I got the hang of it after about twelve or fourteen runs, and I might say I did a fairly good job. I did manage to clear away a little earth along with the snow now and then, but if you ever think about putting in a new fire pit, I've excavated a nice site for you just to the left of your deck.
I managed to clear off about a quarter of the driveway when our good neighbor, Kirk, heard the grinding noises from his place and came racing down in his plow truck. He admired my efforts and offered to finish the job for me. I let him. That gave me time to try and fire up the tractor. I didn't want you to worry about running low on firewood, so I was going to haul the woodsplitter out to the pasture and chop up that tree you cut down this summer...but that's a whole other story.
Enjoy the rest of your vacation. See you soon.
Love,
Cathy
I thought you liked your in-laws? ;-)
Posted by: aelfheld at January 27, 2004 08:55 PMaelfeld, you have it 1/2 right. Cathy is crazy about me. However, she has a different relationship with Buppa. It could be described as a "got-cha" thing. It started the first evening we met Cathy. Maybe you should ask her about the duck.
Posted by: Nana at January 29, 2004 08:47 PMI'm not sure I should.
Posted by: aelfheld at January 29, 2004 10:52 PMaelfeld, i didn't take you for a weak heart.
Posted by: Nana at January 29, 2004 11:20 PMDiscretion is the better part of valour.
Posted by: aelfheld at January 30, 2004 10:04 AM