A Modest Proposal – Part 4.0

BY DAN ROGERS - DIAMOND LAKE, WASHINGTON - USA

Dan’s plan

“What I mean by that, is if I didn’t go out and move a bunch of critical snow berms this afternoon, spring would come and go with my fleet likely still snowbound. When The Lucas chastised me for moving here to this “frozen hellhole in Almostcanada” he really didn’t know the half of it.”

Spring plowing.

What I mean by that, is if I didn’t go out and move a bunch of critical snow berms this afternoon, spring would come and go with my fleet likely still snowbound. When The Lucas chastised me for moving here to this “frozen hellhole in Almostcanada” he really didn’t know the half of it. Come March, even April, we can still have snow and ice on the ground; folks in Spokane (35 miles away) have been out planting petunias and having BBQ chicken on the deck for weeks already. But, what tipped the scales today was a rather alarming winter weather alert from those boys and girls down at the Weatherguesser Office. Seems, it’s gonna’ warm up and rain, rain, RAIN. Then, being only the middle of January, when it’s done raining, it’ll no doubt freeze, freeze, FREEZE. And, that would be that. Miss Kathleen has been spending her winter vacation at the bottom of a hill, and behind a rather large pile of snow. Once turned to ice, it would be a bugger to bust her out for our first cruise. And, truth be told, I often take a few solo outings in January or February.

That shed is 15 feet high and about 30 feet long, with M/K hunkered down inside-cold, but dry.

And, after an hour or so of huffing and puffing, Alice and I had her closer to being ready for an early jail break.

But, not without incident. Alice is only one model year younger than I am. And, neither one of us is quite as spry as we once were. In the process of taking “just one more swipe” at a particularly pernicious pile of precipitation. I slid us, right off the road.

This particular shot is after about an hour of working with that shovel, here stuck in the snowbank at a rakish angle. Not quite authorized activity for somebody still going to physical therapy for a total knee replacement. And, the right drive wheel isn’t even on “anything.” And, all I was trying to do was get ready for spring. I know. Excuses, excuses.

Once Alice got dug out. We went after Gypsy Wagon’s trailer. More huff and puff.

 

And, this matters, how? Well, for starters, I officially declared the sawdust phase of getting Gypsy Wagon into the water for initial trials, complete. For now, anyway. Yep. We’re busy varnishing and painting. Cabinets and interior doors and more trim can wait. There’s two sliding doors and four swing-up windows still to invent. But, as soon as the top is painted. We could actually start working on getting her back on that refrigerated trailer.

Maybe only a couple rain storms, and maybe a dry day or two, from now.

Maybe. I would, at least, like to be able to step back far enough to see what this little girl looks like. Maybe, soon.




1 Comment

  1. Nice to see your Alice working so hard. Brings back childhood memories living on a farm in eastern North Dakota. We had an Alice C for chores and mowing and raking hay. Spent many hours on her back in the late ’50s. Our Alice had the narrow front wheels as does yours so we had to be careful not to fall into a big badger hole as the casting would break….happened a couple of times to my brothers and I.

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