To make all our tropically blessed members feel even better . . .
Yesterday I was plowing the snow off our 700-foot driveway, and the 1/2 mile of our dead-end dirt road that the town plows too late in the day . . .
and the mounting frame that holds the plow to the truck broke.
So I removed the plow from the truck, cursing and fuming and bemoaning the expense of the needed welds . . .
and in doing that, I snapped a hydraulic fitting on the plow pump . . .
and cursed and fumed and bemoaned some more.
I then took the tire chains off so I could drive it down to the welder, which involved a lot of scrabbling around in the snow under the truck, with more cursing and bemoaning and cold fingers. . . .
And all of that somehow seemed like a normal winter day here.
Yes, I spend a LOT of time dreaming of cruising these days. A few more years and our kids
will be out of school
, and we should be able to migrate on our boat to southerly climes for the winter months.