Snowcat to the Rescue
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Snow fell all night as the temperature dropped. Don’t ever think it doesn’t snow when it is really cold. The two-lane road ending at my house was not plowed, but I used the snow blower to keep the porch and door free of snow and ice. I couldn’t see out of the windows any longer or get the snow away from the house.
As I walked around inside, I kept puffing out little prayers of thanks: “Thank you, furnace, for being faithful. Thank you, walls, for keeping the wind out. Thank you, pipes, for not breaking under frigid temperatures and heavy snow.”
Of course, I had faucets in the kitchen and bathroom on slow drips and had covered the outside faucets with insulated caps. “Thank you, roof, for being deeply slanted and sliding the snow off; thank you for not caving in on me. Thank you, trees, for not falling on my house.” The little thank you litany continued even as the tea kettle whistled out its hot water warning.
I heard a huge chunk of snow slide off the roof and its kerplunk as it landed beside the house. A gusty gale spewed snow inside when I stuck my head out to see the thermometer.
Dialing my closest neighbor, I said, “Hank, I need help. My drive is buried, and snow is covering the windows.”
Shortly after, I heard the engine noise of Hank’s giant snow-cat pushing the snow to the sides, a wall so high it dwarfed me.
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Andrea Corwin
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I like how real this feels, rather than going all fantastical. Being thankful for small blessings huh! I like this line too- “The little thank you litany continued even as the tea kettle whistled out its hot water warning. “
This was such a great take on the challenge Andrea, very creative!
Love it! Thank you for sharing your story, to be grateful for what we have already.
I would have just frozen to death! I cannot even stand 24°C on the aircond! I can never survive snow! Hank is so sweet. Loved your story!
Wonderful read! And impressive photo! “Shortly after, I heard the engine noise of Hank’s giant snow-cat pushing the snow to the sides, a wall so high it dwarfed me.” What a blessing neighbours can be… answer to your prayers!
Whoa! I can’t imagine living in snow like that.
Andrea, that photo is insane! Any bigger and it would be a glacier. Each little prayer in the story increases the claustrophobia. Great storytelling!
I love your gratefulness and your neighbor!!