The west driveway is plugged, snow coming off the fields plugs it up real good. Years ago we used to abandon that driveway during the winter.
Joshua plowed it on Sunday afternoon and overnight it plugged up again. It is a battle with the snow.
The end of the west drive at almost sunset.
We can still use the tree protected south driveway. We use that one mostly anyway except the mail is delivered to the west driveway cause that is where the mail box is.
It is 9PM on Monday night and it is –30 F or –34 C for my friends that say eh?
I had an event. A Posterior Vitreous Detachment. I scheduled a visit with my eye Doc. He gave me a complete eye exam and it was as I suspected old age related, the vitreous fluid that keeps our eyeball round in shape …slowly shirks and it’s gel like form changes with age and pulls away from the retina, since the vitreous fluid is filled with small fibers you get an increased amount of floaters that have been irritating the crap out of me for the past couple of weeks. There is NO macular hole or detached retina. That was good news. My Doc says to call him if I see flashes of light or if a dark curtain descends over my vision. I asked if that meant I could call him at home and he replied “Absolutely.” Hopefully this is the end of the event. Just another of the rewards of old age.
My eye appointment took a really long time. Far Guy did all the grocery shopping and errands whilst I was at my appointment and he still had to wait. Waiting patiently was not easy for him yesterday.
The cold weather is taking it’s toll on each of us differently. I have a hundred projects to work on and many books to read. I am reasonably calm at least for the moment. My husband spends a fair amount of time lamenting the cold weather and worrying/wondering what will break next. So far this month it was the new DVD player he bought, his Direct TV Signal and the Fireplace sit valve which required many expensive parts and six hours of labor to fix..can you say uffda to THAT bill. So far this month I fixed two remote controls and an old VCR…three cheers for women who can fix “stuff.”