The snow started falling around 2pm on Satuday, December 29th. Matt Noise, the NECN weatherman, predicted that it would come earlier. He was wrong. But when it did start to fall, it totally blanketed the sleepy town of Dighton, Massachusetts. It was not until 9pm, when there was at least 6 inches covering the ground, that my dad, rocking a full track suit, decided to do something about it. "I'm going out in the Subaru!" he announced. "Who's coming with me?" No one went with him. He was beyond excited to get out there, to finally get to use his four-wheel drive. "The only thing that would make this better is if the power went out." He is dying for the power to go out so that he can use his new generator. Anyway, dad takes off in the Subaru. Thirty minutes or so later he is back in the house. He mumbles about the Subaru now stuck in a ditch in the side yard. It slipped there as he was parking; the ride itself was beautiful however. Instead of getting down, he decides it would be a most excellent time to get out the snow blower. FYI: it's still snowing out. It's pitch black outside. Another thirty or so minutes go by. He comes back in, totally exhilarated. "It's all part of the great adventure," he says.
Triple A is called in the morning to get the Subaru out of the ditch.
The snow blower had stopped working and the driveway was not clear.
We shovel.
The snow blower starts to work again.
Triple A had to come back a few hours later, with a much bigger truck.
Breakfast happened.
Everyone is now happy.
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| Dad: Exhilarated! |
Also, I DO love my dad.
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