Times like these, I love being a father.
On Friday evening last week, at the supper table I complained about the lack of snowblower we were facing in light of an upcoming snowfall. Somewhere in the range of two to four inches was expected, and I would have to do it all by hand.
I was woken up early yesterday morning by my lovely wife. “You’ve got to come see this,” she said. I looked out the window and saw lines going across the snow in the driveway:
Before Ian had rushed outside a little while earlier, he told Deb that he felt bad that our snowblower wasn’t working, and he didn’t want me to have to shovel the driveway, at least not by myself.
A son like that is a treasure.
That doesn’t mean that he likes having his picture taken, though…
#1 by Brant Skogrand on January 3rd, 2008
Way to go, Ian! Umm. . .what was the “accident with the snowblower” in the first place?
#2 by Tom Henderson on January 3rd, 2008
Remember the older-style sleds, that have runners? We have two. One of them has a small, white cord connecting the sides of the steering bar. Actually, that should be “had,” instead of “has.” It was laying near our sidewalk, and I could not see the rope in the snow. The thought that the sled should be moved before the snowblower got any closer to it was just occurring to me, when suddenly the snowblower started jerking violently. By the time I got the snowblower turned off, the cord was wrapped around the auger, and the auger had been pulled out of one side.
Accident? Yes. Preventable? Absolutely. Fortunately, Sears repair was more than fair about the price to fix it. Now that I have it back, it’s probably not going to snow until April…