Not talking about my weight....Although I am no scientist, I have figured out that gravity is not a suggestion but indeed a law. When you get 8-10 inches of snow and the temps are in the teens all is well...except for the layer of ice underneath. Even then it is bearable. However, when you get said snow and then temps in the high 40's and you live at the bottom of a driveway that is equal to a black diamond ski slope, that gravational law kicks in. The snow and ice melt.
The garage floods. It does not matter how much you dig ditches to "redirect" said melt and no matter how much you try and broom it away, there is more. Much, much more.
The dogs had a great time : wading pool/drinking water ( ack ) but me, not so much. I bought 8 - 50lb bags of sand with which to blockade my garage. The kid who loaded them into my car was thrilled. He wasnt here to unload them. I had that dubious pleasure. woo freakin' hoo.
It does seem to be working....the flood has mostly abated and what was left under the wood pile ( and I wonder why it won't light ) I absorbed with dog piddle pads. Just as well since baby girl Schatzi - she should have been named Schnitzel since she is such a little porker - seems to think they are for snacking on. Oh well.....
Unfortunately we are expecting a new snow storm on Wednesday. Who would ever have thought I would look forward to mud season also known in these parts as spring.
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