For the first four days of 2014, I didn’t leave my property even once. Not because I’m lazy, but because Mother Nature unceremoniously dumped about a foot of snow on us to start off the year right.
As far as I can tell, this is my driveway…
Not entirely sure though.
I know a lot of people need the weather channel or a thermometer to tell them if it’s effing cold outside, but on the farm, we use eggs.
This is the egg that says, “it is far too effing cold outside right now.” (Yes, that is a real egg. Completely frozen, sans shell.)
Saturday I finally had enough free hours to attempt to shovel myself out.
Most of the snow was a good 8″ deep…
But the drifts in the driveway were about two feet.
I used my neighbors tractor to dig myself out.
Turns out I’m not that good at plowing a driveway with a tractor. Plus it was effing cold..
Have I mentioned that yet?
And I was fairly bundled up for this adventure, but, since we’re talking about effing cold, let’s also talk about cold-weather gear for a moment, shall we? After the last time I spent a significant amount of time
praying crying in front of the space-heater, my mom and I both had the same idea…
She said that since I’m always calling my fur-lined winter hat “ridiculous” I should have another one…
For… less ridiculous occasions? And also for times when I want to be a ninja?
But, 1.) It’s actually a super-warm hat, so I’m not knocking it. Plus, my version of buying warmer head gear ended up like this…
I don’t even have the words for it, really, so I’m just going to say what we’re all thinking… head condom.
I don’t fully understand how this is going to go. It has kind of an odd-shaped face-hole.
It just doesn’t seem too…
I’m not sure which parts of me are supposed to be exposed with this thing.
There were no instructions.
But I’m still glad I own it, because this morning I woke up to another foot of snow and -15 degree weather.
I believe the snow is three chickens deep. That’s an approximate calculation… don’t worry, I didn’t actually stack chickens in there to find out.
The good news is that at the moment I have heat, power, and chili made from the bazillion tomatoes I canned over the summer simmering on my stove. And I might manage to dig myself out sometime before spring.
But in the meantime, I’ll just be stuck here on the farm, enjoying the view.