We got about sixteen inches of snow last night in Pepperell. For once, the weather forecasters were on the mark.
I gave the snow blower (or snow thrower - which is it, anyway?) a good workout. Actually, two good workouts. I got up at an ungodly early hour this morning to make a second pass over the driveway.
I am now in a position to dispel a myth about gasoline: It doesn't get stale. Oops, I just read an FAQ on gasoline and it can in fact get stale. Well, what do I know? Certainly the gasoline that had been sitting in a plastic container in my garage for two or three years had not gotten stale. Since I was sadly lacking more recent fuel last night, I used this old gas out of desperation, and it worked just fine.
I had some fun with the Miata last night. The drive home was uneventful, but I attempted to bull my way into the driveway, which had maybe eight inches of snow on it at the time. I got about ten feet in and there I stayed. My primary goal of getting off the road had been accomplished, however, so it wasn't a big deal. Eventually, after clearing the driveway, I was able to rock it out.
Is this not the most boring rant ever? I wish I had taken some pictures on the way in to work this morning. The snow on the trees in the sunshine was very picturesque. And then I'd have something to liven this up a bit.
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