Hell of a Guy
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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Snow Removal and the Power of Pray…


I don’t think The Nancy and I fully realized the immensity of just how much snow had fallen over the past four days.  It finally quit snowing about 4pm this afternoon, but as the snow quit a wicked wind kicked up blowing the white stuff every which way but back from whence it came. 

Both The Nancy and I were secretly concerned with what we would do should we have had an emergency.  Fortunately, the gods smiled upon us and we made it unscathed until our man Josh made it there with his tractor and snow blowing equipment.

He arrived about 9:30 and left just a few minutes ago.  It is 1:30 Thursday morning.  I have a sinking feeling this one is going to cost us about $500, but we both think it is the perfect price for the peace of mind it brings us.

Josh has been here to The Farm a few times.  He cut the grass for us a few times over the past couple years when our mower was in the shop (another story for another time), so he had a basic idea of the path our half-mile long gravel drive…almost.  Since the snow was two and a half feet deep all the way between us and where he entered the drive, there was no way for us to guide him.  He did pretty well, though.  At least we won’t see the damage he may have done until this crap melts, and looking at it, it could be weeks before we see mother earth again.

We drove the length of the drive and followed Josh back to the paved road.  At least the newly craved path is wide enough for us to get our two Jeeps through.  We are happy campers now. 

Free at last, free at last!  I have heard that somewhere before, I think?

And that is all I have to say about that… 

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

It’s My Birthday and My Party…


Happy Birthday to me!  Happy Birthday to me!  Happy Birthday dear Hell of a Guy!  Happy Birthday to me!

Today is for sure my birthday.  I am 66 today, and will begin my third year as an official, sanctioned, senior citizen.  It is an irrefutable fact I am old in every way, shape and form according to conventional wisdom, and it cannot be disputed…accept, I do not feel it in my heart.

Aging is controlled by attitude.  I have aches and pains.  I cannot touch my toes any longer without difficulty.  I cannot throw a ball as far as I once did.  My eyes won’t stay open much past 10pm.  My bowels and some other parts don’t work as well as they used to, but my heart does just fine.

My heart tells me I am still a teenager; a young man in my twenties and thirties; a kid ready to take on the world; to be a man; to be a dad and a grandfather; to be a good husband and a great neighbor, and a guy who wants to make a difference in another’s life.

I have much work to do before I give up the ghost.  Believe it or not, I have not told everyone I love just how much I love them.  This is important work.  If you are among the six billion I have not told, accept this as a fact: I love you!!!

I am happy to just “be.”  Dam, if it ain’t the truth: This is going to be The Best Day Ever.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Super Bowl Sunday…


I think Super Bowl TV coverage began at 1pm today.  It’s just a friggin’ football game, for crying out loud.  I don’t know about you, but I am really sick of football.  I am sick of having to watch every stupid football game that happens to grace the TV airwaves. 

You might be thinking in your unknowing mind that this is a choice I have.  Not so fast, Kimosabe!  To have a choice one has to be in control.  My choice is to watch the game, regardless of whether or not I care to watch the game, or suffer the wrath of a very unhappy wife.  In other words, it is a requirement I suffer through sixty minutes of shear hell or pay the price.  The price is very ugly.

The Super Bowl is now half over.  What comes next is the stupid Super Bowl Halftime Show.  I am overwhelmed with excitement.  “The Who” is the featured Halftime entertainment.  “The Who,” a bunch of ancient relics from yesteryear “Who” have more than outlived their 15-minutes of fame and should give it up, in my humble, yet apparently uniformed, opinion.  Aging rockers make me ill.  Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson sure ruined the hell out of what used to be a less stupid spectacle

It is 8:01 and I will be happy when this is over so I can watch something of relevance.  Oh God, help us.  “The Who” are performing now.  They are bad.  Maybe it is just me?  Perhaps I am really wrong and these guys don’t really suck.  Notice I said “perhaps.”

And that is all I have to say about that…

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Snow Woes…


Snow has been falling here since about 10am yesterday.  I have a yardstick planted in the snow just outside a window off our sun-porch/dining area (for want of a better description), and it measures 24” at this moment.  The forecast is for the snow to continue to somewhere between 8pm and 10pm and perhaps accumulate another 8” to 10” before ending tonight.

In case you don’t recall or are new to this blog, our home, aka The Farm, is located just about a half-mile off the paved road up a gravel drive.  Two feet of snow makes it a little inconvenient to attempt to get to the main road.  Bottom line, we are stuck here at the mercy of the elements, and we kind of like it that way.

The older part of this house was built in 1912.  Back then the farmer who owned this place did not have a snow blower or a snow plow.  The non-farmer who now owns this place also does not own either a snow blower or a snow plow.  We will have to rough it out until the crap melts or we shell out another $100.00 to get it plowed.  For the next couple of days I will keep a tight fist on my wallet and enjoy being stranded – just me, The Nancy, our kitty cat and a fridge full of beer in the basement. 

And that is all I have to say about that…

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