ARMS... LIKE... NOODLES
Dec. 23rd, 2008 08:00 pmSo
annathepiper had a doctor appointment today and we went out in This Mess by car (because transit to this hospital doesn't work) and going down the hill I said "okay there is no way we're making it back up this thing," and while we did make it most of the way back up, after the turn onto our street it was HAHAHAHAHANO, so I started shoveling out the street hoping that a track for one side's tires would be enough. And that only took like 15 minutes because I'd dug that out previously (on Thursday) and mostly it came right up.
But then that didn't work AT ALL because I guess the weight distribution was wrong, so I started working on a path for the other wheel and that's when I discovered what happens when I don't do the mid-storm digout, which is to say EVERYTHING IS MADE OFASS ICE, and it takes me plus two neighbours over an hour and a half to dig out the same distance - actually a bit less - than I'd dug out on my own in 15 minutes before.
But it work and I drove the last block home and put the car in the garage where it can bloody well stay until May as far as I'm concerned. My arms are like noodles.
No FedEx again, of course. Overnight package due last Thursday with my ink cartridges so I could send out my new year's cards. SOMEDAY MAYBE argh.
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But then that didn't work AT ALL because I guess the weight distribution was wrong, so I started working on a path for the other wheel and that's when I discovered what happens when I don't do the mid-storm digout, which is to say EVERYTHING IS MADE OF
But it work and I drove the last block home and put the car in the garage where it can bloody well stay until May as far as I'm concerned. My arms are like noodles.
No FedEx again, of course. Overnight package due last Thursday with my ink cartridges so I could send out my new year's cards. SOMEDAY MAYBE argh.