Adaptive Curmudgeon

Won’t Somebody Please Sink A Truck?

I’ve said before that the surest sign of spring is when some procrastinating ice fisherman sinks a truck.  Well the ice conditions this year were superb.  You could have built a battleship on it.  Then, when things got warm-ish, everyone got their ice shacks on dry land with uncharacteristic efficiency.

No trucks were sunk!

Since then Mother nature has been a stone cold bitch.  I was out in the blustery snow this morning; swearing at my ATV’s winch cable (jammed again).  It was attached to my disabled ATV.  It had stalled when I crashed the snowplow into a block of slushy ice/snow mix I’ll call hell-crete and it wasn’t going anywhere until I shoveled enough to put a tire or two on the ground.  Here’s a hint: an ATV’s unstoppable force is actually quite stoppable.  When you jam it into theoretically compliant snow which is actually denser than a politician’s skull you learn that.  I careened off the seat like a Muppet flung from a catapult.

Did I mention my wood pile?  It’s totally adequate.  It’s also iced up like Greenland fell on it.   I clear the path to my “chosen” wood pile and let the others get covered.  In APRIL… freakin’ damned where’s my tulips April… my chosen one ran out.  I can unearth the others but I have to hurry because NOAA reports that the four horsemen of the Apocalypse are coming on a cold front by midnight.

If there’s any balance in the world it’s going to be an awesome autumn because early 2013 is not riding out winter… it’s surmounting a siege.

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