One day last week I was out playing in the snow with my tractor and as I was dressed for the weather, I plowed my neighbor Kenny's driveway just because it only involved another five minutes.
Shortly after returning home to my recliner, the phone rang and I was asked if I would mind if her granddaughter came over for a minute? Knowing what was about to take place, I said of course.
Soon she arrived along with her dad and brother bearing a large number of sticky buns still warm
Last Tuesday after our portion of the "historic blizzard" ended I once again repeated my efforts and this time received a phone call asking if she need to begin baking again? I said, No thanks, because half of the others were placed in the freezer for later in case it doesn't snow for a while.
I don't see much of that guy at the end of the street in the winter, but last Tuesday he was out and we did exchange a wave about 3/4 of the length of the street. He just have walked all the way to the mailbox. I did speak with him by phone and he said he had been hard at work on a "project" in the basement so therefore not out much.
I called to check on my old friend Marvin, who lives way over on Windfall Road. it seems that much like my old Chevy used to do, his engine works just jumped out of time. His wife assured me he is fine now.
Did anyone notice what the mayor of New York City did on the eve of the biggest blizzard in history? He closed all roads in the city and the subways at 11 p.m. except for emergency folks. With that ban in mind I wonder how did all of the reporters and photographers get out to the airports and coast line? And how did the sports guys get to Foxborough, MA to interview everyone he could find who had ever held a football? Did they all ride the same fire truck or is a news van with chains on considered an emergency vehicle?
Last Friday we traveled to Elmira Heights to help yet another grandchild move into a new home. Stephanie found a place closer to work right on College Avenue and as before I was only the designated driver. The biggest job was making a trip up to her mother Shelly's to retrieve a couple beds. As I have mentioned before they live in a different world when weather is involved. It was snowing and the wind was blowing and because both work (he at UPS) and (she at medical office in Big Flats) the driveway had four to five inches of snow. Put all that together with three women, a two-wheel drive truck and me who remember is only a driver. We all survived including the truck.
Saturday we went up to the church to enjoy the end of the month free breakfast and due to our breakfast neighbor I came away a whole bunch smarter than when I went in.
Retired Navy pilot William T. "Bill" McNett explained some of the finer points of flying. Many years ago there were rumors of Navy planes flying low over several homes in Alba and Canton. Probably just a rumor. Also seated at our table was well known horse expert Tom Young and his wife Shirley. We gained some knowledge about horse behavior unknown before.
Did you ever watch "On the PA Road" with Mike Stevens? (6:30 p.m. on Ch 16) I would highly recommended either of these men as a subject for the program. It might take more than one show each.
After breakfast we headed to the auction in Franklindale. This week we had to conserve some space so we could visit a couple stores in Towanda where I could not find a simple quart of paint in the color I wanted and other than gloss. One young employee said what don't I just buy a spray can? Empty it into something then use a brush. I'm sure he will be promoted soon. In the meantime, I will have my local guy Casey make a quart of paint like I want.
The other day while watching TV, well not really watching, but it was on, I heard a stern sounding female say attention!, quite forcefully. I stopped what I was doing as she went on to say this is a legal alert! As opposed to what? AN illegal one? She went on to explain the danger of some kind of mesh, erosion, or rust. This sounds like something that would happen to an old tractor. When she told me I needed to call a certain lawyer in order to get in on the bonanza, that's when I quickly lost interest.
Ditto for the Super Bowl. Once the jets flew over and the animal behavior began I focused on the homemade pizza and great-granddaughters' birthday party.
Some of the antics these guys remind me of a hormone filled puppy every time a new leg enters the room.
Are these the same people who speak about "The Integrity of the game?" Oh yeah, and point to heaven when something good happens.