So I haven’t had the pleasure of firing up the snow blower in several years. I mostly make sure I am feverishly working on some other indoor project when it’s time to shovel. Or I have a baby and nurse that baby right through winter so I always have a reason to stay comfortably sedentary on the couch. (Currently that baby is done nursing but she is a 19-month-old holy terror that needs to be watched AT ALL TIMES. And I am happy to be the one to do it during shoveling time.)
But yes, another smack of this never-ending blast of winter hit the Midwest and left Ice diverted on a plane from Nashville to Dubuque. Dubuque is not O’Hare. O’Hare is where his car was parked. He was supposed to get home the same day. Not 4 or 5 in the morning the next day by driving himself and several others heading in the same direction in a rental car.
When the situation was discovered it was a momentary realization…”Oh, crap. Me and my boy have to tackle this ourselves.”
Being the domestic Goddess I am, I had been busy all afternoon. I knew it was snowing like crazy but had no real knowledge of how much had hit the ground til the garage door went up. God bless Techno for heading out there first despite five minutes of pre-teen grumbling, over-exaggerated sighs and protests. Meanwhile I searched for my warmest socks and my serious snow-shoveling boots.
Techno got one shovel in the snow. One. This wasn’t happening.
I tried to reach Ice for directions on how to fire up the beast of a snow blower we have. It’s got some serious horsepower and kind of scares me a little. He didn’t answer.
We had to figure this out ourselves. Remembering that I had been in charge of this detestable job one other time when he was out-of-town and written down the highlights I searched the junk drawer for this nugget of gold. BINGO! I hit pay dirt.
Techno and I stood in the garage reading, double-checking and doing. We got that baby humming like a Maserati and then clicked the choke one too many times to the left and it died. So close.
We tried again and this time got it working. We were excited. And Techno had just come off his Dad’s Snow Blower Training Academy recently so he knew how to operate it.
The city’s street plow was just barreling through when we finally made it out. So I had a fresh mound of ice chunks and snow that stood at least three to four feet tall at the edge of the driveway to play with. Good times.
Techno carefully navigated the driveway and threw that snow. I huffed and puffed at my chosen station like I was Richard Simmons Sweatin’ to the Oldies. Turns out there is catharsis in showing that driveway whose boss. I haven’t seen the pavement on the driveway for weeks. And once I saw a glimpse of that wet brown concrete it was like a sign that there IS life after winter and I was in a HUGE hurry to get there.
The feeling of accomplishment while working with Techno and tackling this task we both were feeling ill-equipped to handle was pure joy. I was so proud of him for not only following but remembering his Dad’s instructions and being such an enormous help. An hour later we were victorious.
Bring it on. No really, just stop.
4 thoughts on “Me and My Boy: Nine Rounds with the Driveway”
The power of determination!
Another skill to add to the already long list of “things Mom can do”:)
I’ll say! It was very gratifying to figure it out and handle it well before midnight (which is how long we would have been out there had we shoveled!)
Oh man does that look cold! Good for you and your son on tackling that tough job together.
That was without a doubt the best part of it! Thanks!