Senior Shovelers Rock!

Like a well oiled machine, the supervisor & I, honed by many performances this season, brought the dreaded 50-yard long driveway to its knees in we believe less than an hour and a half this morning.

The 243rd blizzard of the season arrived late to Vacationland USA. No snow all day yesterday (though it had been predicted) – but the wind did HOWL. Some time after dark, we peaked out a shroud encrusted window and noticed the little white darlings were beginning to fall from the sky. By this morning, it appeared the predicted 8” had fully arrived. It’s garbage day – we had to figure a way to get the stuff to the end of the driveway by 7:30, the usual pick up time. We waited for daylight so we could see what we were up against. TV was highlighting the nearly 20” of snow smothering the Twin Cities’ western suburbs. Our slab was bare on the north side, but had about a two-foot drift covering the rest of it.

The supervisor and I grabbed our three shovels (we specialize, depending on conditions) and plowed our way out the front door. Once the porch was clear, the supervisor headed down the driveway, shoveling a shovel-wide path. Now we could tell that the driveway had a uniform snow depth of 8-10″ for its entire length.  She got about ¾ of a way down when she decided she would take a shoveling break to haul the garbage down. She made it. When we got to the road, no sign of any tire tracks, so no newspaper. Just as well, the deliverer would have got stuck. The snow plow had not been through yet, and the road was covered by a foot of undulating snow.

[Pardon me. Phone calls. First Dangerous Dan, our next door neighbor. He has fled to Southern California for many years – except this one. He just wanted to tell us he has never seen anything like this winter – as he’s waiting patiently to be plowed out, yet again. Then Brother Cam, in Mounds View. He was on his way to a parts store. For the second time this winter, he broke the shear pin on his snow blower – never happened in the previous hundred years he’s owned the thing.]

Shortly after we finished, the snow plow came through (of course). The supervisor raced out to save the garbage cans. She did – and the snow plow driver cleared the pile he had just made at the end of the driveway for her. While she was out there, the garbage man arrived – @ 8:15, only 45 minutes late. Not bad. He said he had to skip around on his route to only go down the roads that had been plowed. So, the super was able to bring the cans back in.

Still snowing and windy at now 1:30 pm. Sounds like a good time for a nap. (I suppose I should mention another snow “event” is forecast for this Sunday, and again for the middle of next week. Super Fans Bob and Vivian Annen, possibly in anticipation of such, e-mailed today that they have signed up for three months next winter at the condo where they’re staying now in Sarasota. They like it there!)

The current event is over.  The road side deck had at least a foot of snow on it when I went out to shovel it at 5:00.  On the lakeside, wind and snow created some interesting drifts – kind of like living next to the ocean:

The aftermath:

From the Echo:

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “alexandriacardinals.wordpress.com,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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1 Response to Senior Shovelers Rock!

  1. Larry Kildow says:

    Ruthie, you are as beautiful as ever even with snow shovels in your hands HOWEVER, there is NOT A DAMNED thing pretty about the snow. Ha!

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