I knew it was going to be a bad day when I started out by getting the snowmobile stuck in the turnaround on the way back from the bus stop ... sound familiar??? Perhaps I should find a better way to turn the sled around so that I can stop having all these bad days!
This time it only took me about twenty minutes to dig out. Then, I took our new dog Adie for a walk. She is a shelter dog who came from Missouri. She was supposed to be a Christmas present for the kids but she had a few health issues at the last minute and arrived a week after Valentine's Day instead. We picked her up last weekend in Allentown, Pennsylvania and drove her home in a snow storm that dumped another two feet of snow on us. We then put her on the snowmobile and shuttled her into camp just like we do with everyone else. She didn't much like the sled the first time but is adjusting as she realizes that this is the only means for her to get to go in the car with us! As you can see from the picture, she loves the snow and is constatnly burrowing in it trying to find ... squirrels!
Anyway, back to that bad day ... long story short, the truck had to go into the shop "for about two hours" because something was not right when they installed the fuel pump for me back in October. Well, a mere 4 hours and 45 minutes later, we were headed home. As you can imagine, this threw off my whole schedule for the day. We arrived at the parking lot at 3:30, having eaten no lunch and having left the dog home alone for the first time by herself (for 7 hours). I was in a hurry and hopped on the sled in order to get Caroline home, have lunch, and return back to Greenville to pick up Garrick from the nursing home where he now volunteers one afternoon a week. In the tunrnaround at the parking lot ... I sunk the sled, AGAIN! As I was in a hurry, I had not put on my snowpants and we had no shovel. So, Caroline and I began digging with our hands. After fifteen minutes of digging and having the sled only sink deeper each time I tried to move it, I realized that the two of us were probably not going to get the thing out. I sent Caroline home to check on the dog while I went back out to the truck, peeled off my now frozen jeans (in the parking lot - I was standing there in my underwear and really didn't care), put on my snowpants, got the ice scraper from the truck, and resumed my digging, each time sinking the sled a little bit deeper. It actually got so low that I was beginning to see twigs poking through the snow! After an hour, I gave up. I headed back into town to get Garrick. Wouldn't you know it, he had the sled out in less than 10 minutes!
And the excuse for the delay in this week's blog is ... I got sick from all that digging. (The wet jeans probably didn't help!) I had a slight cold to begin with but by the next day, I was hacking and aching. I did my best to rest but had appointments I had to keep and groceries to get. On Friday, I did finally manage to stay in the house all day and even managed to stay in bed for part of the day. I spent the entire day in my PJ's and bathrobe.
Imagine my surprise then, when at about 6:30 that night, there was a knock on the front door! We heard no snowmobile. Garrick opened the door and I went down, in my bathrobe and slippers, to greet a guy in a black and red Yamaha snowmobile suit (because you know how everyone matches their clothes to their snowmobiles up here). Thank goodness we had the dog or I would have been even more scared than I already was. Where did this guy come from and why was he at our house?
Well, apparently, I am not the only one good at sinking sleds. He said he needed help getting his sled out. I asked him how big it was and he answered that it wasn't very big ... it turns out it was a 1000 ... almost twice as big as ours. Garrick rode him out on our sled and helped him get it out, not before the guy dropped the sled on his own foot though.
Hoping that our unexpected visitors in the future will be only the four-legged kind ... they aren't quite so frightening!
Karyn
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