I’m running out of titles to call these snow posts. I figure their names should have something to do with the day of the week the storm falls on. That’ll make things easier on the brain when I’m sitting here trying to think of something catchy to title them. This one came about a hair away from being called, “Digging Out From Another Snow Storm” until I realized I used the word “another” in my last post. That’s when I decided to stick the day of the week in there.
I’ve been talking in the third person all day. “Jay Gaulard thinks you should do this.” and “Jay Gaulard is gonna kick your ass.” I’m not sure why. I think I saw that on a Seinfeld episode or something and when I shovel snow, stuff tends to stick in my head. “No one shovels snow like Jay Gaulard.” I told myself about a thousand times this afternoon. And you know what? No one does. I’m not sure anyone shovels snow anymore – period.
We went for a walk up the road this afternoon and saw plowed driveway after plowed driveway. I really can’t blame them though. After a while, shoveling snow becomes quite the laborious chore and lord knows I’ve shoveled my share this season. But, as I like to say, “I didn’t move to Maine because I’m scared of the snow.” There’s a small something in the back of my mind though that’s starting to wonder if I’ll eventually get tired of shoveling. Laura tells me it’s good for the soul. That usually perks me up and hurries me up outdoors.
This post is about Jay Gaulard and his crazy snow truck. It’s about driving that 4-wheel drive beast up and down the driveway like it’s nobody’s business. Flattening out that snow to make it easier to shovel. Drive, reverse, drive, reverse, time and time again. Just like my father used to do when he plowed driveways. Only these days, it’s the younger Gaulard looking like a fool driving back and forth with no plow. I don’t care – at least I’m knee deep in such fluffy perfection. I don’t know what I’ll do when it melts come Spring.
You have to see these pictures. Laura (my personal photographer) took these as I was outside yesterday in an attempt to make things somewhat presentable. All in all, it took until this afternoon to finish up the entire area in anticipation for tonight’s snowfall. Yes, you read that correctly. They are calling for 4 to 6 more inches overnight. I figured I better hurry up and clean things up to make tomorrow’s shoveling less difficult. Ahh, 4 inches ain’t nothin’. 6 inches would kind of stink, but you can almost clean up 4 inches with a leaf blower.
Take a look at our pictures. Look at that truck bust through that snow. If I can’t have a 4-wheeler or a snowmobile, I’ll just drive the truck around. It’s not so bad.
Every time it snows, I have to get out there and rake the roof. People call the shovel-type thing you use to pull the snow down a “Roof Rake.” I don’t know why. Personally, I would call it a roof shovel.
In order to get the snow more manageable to shovel, I like to “knock it down” with the truck. The tires leave ruts that I can easily scoop up with the shovel.
These are just pictures to show you the drama of it all. More snow. We have about two solid feet on the lawn and three in the woods (for some reason).
These are some nice up-close pictures of me driving through the snow with my truck. I love plowing through those piles.
Here we have the traditional pictures of birds in and on the bird feeders. This time, it’s the White-breasted Nuthatch and the Woodpecker.
What would a post be without Flipper and Voleman soaking up the sun?