Neighbor Tom came over with his tractor and big snowthrower. He made two swipes up the drive way and in about 6 minutes did what it takes about 30 minutes to do with the small snowthrower. Have I mentioned lately how blessed we are with good neighbors?
Carrie has decided we put the mailbox in the wrong place. It's right in front of a bank, and of course we didn't realize then what we know now...that when the snow blows and drifts, it piles up where ever there's a bank. So when the big snowplows come to clear the roads, they hit those four foot drifts and push it all right back towards the bank.
Which pretty effectively buries the mail box.
And if the mailperson comes along and can't reach the box, well, the option is to drive 20 minutes in to the main PO in Two Rivers to get the mail. And when the roads are snow covered and icey, that's not really a very good option.
So Carrie, not having a magic wand handy, uses the non-technical snow shovel to dig out the mailbox, so we can get our mail in the manner to which we are accustomed. It's hard work. That fluffy snow turns to ice over night, and gains about a ton of weight per shovel full.
"How long do you think the mailcarrier's car is?
Do you think this is enough room yet? Crimenently, how much of this stuff do I have to MOVE??"
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