Damsel wrote:
> On Sat, 22 Jan 2005 01:29:23 -0600, notbob >
wrote:
>
> >I swear, I don't know how you ppl do it. This CA wimp is driven
back indoors by
> >by a windy 43 deg F morning. I can't even imagine cold that can do
this:
> >
>
>http://newscenter.ninn.org/modules.p...ticle&sid=8114
>
> That's terrible. My guess is that the Mr. had a heart attack, and
that
> the Mrs. just couldn't handle the cold, given that she lived in a
nursing
> home and likely had serious medical conditions of her own to deal
with.

Or the Nebraska couple that were totally lost and called 911 on their
cellphone a number of times but dispatchers couldn't locate them in
time - 'course, it didn't help that they had some meth in their
systems. People aren't too bright, sometimes.
>
> >Sure, we get a lot of snow in the Sierra's and we have our share of
> >incidents (Donner party), but this is just plain scary.


>
> The temperature isn't bad out there now. 18F with a 2F windchill.
The bad
> part is the drifted snow. I'm gonna have to work my way through
2-foot
> drifts, a little at a time, throughout the day. I dug out by the
curb,
> where the snowplows left their pile of snow. Only got about 1/4 of
the way
> across when I decided to come in (my asthma decided for me). I just
> dragged my feet through the snow and up to the front steps, so the
mail
> carrier can get to the door. Shoveled the steps, themselves, for him
> though.
>
> We're missing one bolt, ONE BOLT, or this could be done with the
> snowblower. Crash can't help - medical condition. And I'm not
> mechanically inclined. At all.
>
> The driveway will eventually get shoveled, but I *will* feel sorry
for
> myself from time to time. <G>
>
> Carol

....and you should. I have a new blower; hate, hate, hate to shovel -
even though all I have to do most times, is the front porch (bitty) and
steps. My shoulders also are killing me - not only from a major drift
across the drive (we only had an inch of snow, but 40 mph winds) that I
shoveled, like the martyr I like to pretend I am, but picking up my
lunker of a grandson (he's 14 months old). Ouch! I feel for ya,
Carol. Take it easy.

If I can't get out to do my snow removal, my summer lawn-mowing boy
will come if I call him. I've lived here since 1969, one-half block
from a busy and popular elementary school, and 2003 was the first
summer anyone, ANYONE, came around offering to do lawns/snow removal
for money. Kids nowadays! ;-)

N.