It was easy to get caught off guard by the October storm. Today, even though the temperature will hover near the 80 degree mark, I dropped off a snow blower off at my daughter’s home and will have my friend who likes to putter with things take a look at the snow blower I’ve been using for the last ten or more winters. It has a few quirks, and I’m not sure if it’ll make another winter. We really never know for sure what kind of winter we will have.
Even the other day I caught myself telling a neighbor, “I think we’re going to have a harsh winter according to the Farmer’s Almanac.” After I said that, I thought to myself, “Gee, that’s bull. I haven’t read the Farmer’s Almanac in years.” Anyway, to make myself feel better for what I just had said, I amended what I said and told the neighbor “I’m pretty sure I read on the internet that the Farmer’s Almanac predicted a pretty bad winter for the Northeast.”
If you’re reading this, you could possibly in a casual chat tell somebody that you just read somewhere that this winter is going to be a real doozy. You may even want to use the word doozy just for fun.
This all said, I will go out and purchase a new snow blower before the snow hits. This is always a major decision for me: when to go out and buy something new. But I better not struggle with this decision for long because if the snow hits before my mind is made up I will have to rely on the thing I used to do as a kid to earn a few bucks. Shovel.
As kids we didn’t mind going out and shoveling for hours on end. Of course we had our favorite customers and even though we didn’t like to shovel Mrs. Bush’s drive we eventually would go there so she could get her Volvo out of the garage. As kids we never understood the Volvo as our parents all owned Chevy’s Fords and Plymouths. It was an odd little car but it seemed to fit Mrs. Bush. She lived alone in this tidy little house with her overweight Cocker Spaniel, Kelly. Other than that, we knew very little about her.
Except for the fact that she would come out of her house a half dozen times to inspect the work we were doing. And in those days, houses were an adult’s arms length away from each other and Mrs. Bush wanted no snow against either of the houses. Our work was really cut out for us. Since hers was the last house we shoveled for the day we were glad to make our way to the Donut Kitchen on Bailey about six blocks away and spend a few quarters of our hard earned cash. I think a cup of hot chocolate and donut cost a quarter back then.
All that’s gone now, but one thing we know for sure, this is Buffalo and more than likely we’ll be getting some snow. Maybe even a lot of it. And maybe we’ll get a doozy storm or two.