The sun finally came out yesterday. I shoveled and Don worked the snowblower. Even though the snow was relatively dry and fluffy, there was about 14 inches of it. And the driveway slopes downward to the street, which means the amount of snow down there is much higher. Since the county plows had been up and down our road several times, the mound of snow at the bottom of our driveway was huge. I don’t know how he does it. Our snowblower is really hard to push (I can’t do it on my own.) If we had to do it over again, we’d have purchased something lighter that I could manipulate as well. At one point, a stone got in the blades and the snowblower stopped. Don wasn’t sure if he needed to replace something, so he had to push it back up the drive (with no power). Impossible! So I went down there and we each took a handle and pushed it up the drive together.
Today, I’ll dig the car out. We were both exhausted after all of the cleanup and I can’t say enough about the work Don put in. At some point, we’ll have to hire someone to do this kind of thing and it can’t be a plow because the plows destroy all the gravel on the driveway as they push up (and down) the driveway. It would have to be someone with a snowblower.
Today, we take it easy – except for shoveling around the car.
In the meantime, both of us are waiting for packages that seem to have disappeared within the postal system. Everything with a tracking number has this message: “In transit, arriving late. Your package will arrive later than expected, but is still on its way. It is currently in transit to the next facility.”
In some cases, it’s been “in transit to the next facility” for well over a week. I’m now worried that presents won’t arrive in time for Christmas. I mentioned this on IG yesterday and so many people responded saying they were dealing with the same thing. I’m not blaming the USPS at all, I’m blaming Louis DeJoy, who did his best to hobble the entire system so that Trump could win. Add in a pandemic in which more people are ordering online than ever and you have a big mess.
Forgot to include a photo of the tree in the modern dollhouse. The only houses that don’t have Christmas trees are the vintage houses. They’ll get them eventually.
Okay. Have to go. I asked Don to hold off on recording a song until I finished this post. He asked me to join in on the chorus with some harmony, so I’m going to do a little singing today.
Stay safe.
Happy Friday.