Relative Something

There isn’t much I can say about yesterday’s struggle against the elements that is much of a surprise. Really, the thing that made the day most challenging for me was the fact that Cyndie was still gone. If the universe allows, that problem could be solved by the end of today.

I made it a priority to get the path to her side of the garage cleared while letting other plowing and shoveling wait for later.

It was not easy to plow through the deep snow on the pavement. I didn’t lower the blade very far for the first several trips down and back along the length of the driveway. That mostly created a mess, but perseverance and many repeated runs eventually allowed me to get down to the asphalt.

As the snow continued falling throughout the day, the flakes kept melting on the driveway surface, much to my surprise. However, by evening, the temperature had dropped enough that the wetness on the pavement began to freeze, and soon flakes began to collect again.

Asher had worn out my willingness to let him roam, and the horses received the briefest of visits to fill feed buckets, so the rest of my time was filled with shoveling and doing some laundry. Housekeeping under the barn overhang was skipped entirely, so that will be a fantastic mess by today, I’m sure.

I can honestly say I am looking forward to returning to sharing duties around here. If I am going to walk Asher through the woods, it will help greatly to have another person to help tromp a path into the deep snow. Walking him anywhere other than on the plowed driveway was practically a death march yesterday.

He behaves as if he knows I cannot keep up with him.

I will never get the floors as clean as Cyndie does, but I’m doing my damndest to make the place presentable for her return tonight. First, I suspect there may be some drifts that need to be cleared, based on the sound of the howling wind all night long.

By Wednesday, the temperatures are predicted to rise above freezing with appearances from the sun, so all this snow will melt and swamp the lowlands. The horses will be pleased to find Paddock Lake filled to the brim for splashing.

We will be going from snow coping to mud mania for a while. I wonder if I can get away with calling in sick for a few days.

Don’t tell Cyndie I wrote that.

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