We got off the rough roller coaster ride with getting the occupancy permit for our home. And then hopped onto the HEY-LET’S-MOVE-OUR-SHIT-IN ride. Thankfully, TS and I have had only a handful of snarling-matches. As I drink coffee with TS talking to her Hamilton-lifeline, I can give a brief visual overview of our rock farm.
Snow accumulation well past my knees.And it came down hard!I’m going to use snowshoes to walk on the drifts.And FFS, don’t let the plastic shovel bang down on the glass!Hopefully, Electric Woodpecker can paint that mural.There’s a level sandy base under there.SNOWKAT, our TACO can push through it. Our little ECHO? Nah.Eventually, I can set up my outdoor service bay.Time to hit it with BIG MARTIN.Every morning: get those PV panels cleared. Otherwise, we’re burning propane. Click to enhance.Thank fucking christ… only 2 shear-pins lost.These pins go 1 way.Those pins go the other way. Buy extras.No nosedive. No nosedive. I don’t wanna replace another belt.I’m considering SB’s modification. Replace skid plates with wheels.120VAC outlets by both green classroom doors.It’s so tempting to just drive it into the ‘can and walk away.It’ll make a slushy mess. Need rubber traction mats!Ah, that infrared glow.Care and feeding of our VERY FIRST snowblower. A diva. Nicknamed “Big Martin” ([Jasper Fforde] novel reference). Click to see meta-captions.Can you see my pink-tagged bamboo stakes?After. A clear driveway and parking lot.I can’t get over the lines, contrasting hues, and shadows of our HOME.6h of cleaning up. TS spent an equal amount of hours unboxing the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom. I’m going to ask her for a tour!
Before I continue my day, I’m asking TS for a tour of her efforts. I can natter on about what I did. She was doing a metric fuckton of work inside… and that included dealing with my rage about losing the red snowplow ignition key (Cub Cadet, would it kill you to put that bloody safety device on a lanyard?! That was a misguided design).
I misplaced my spare. And that plastic resists drill bits (so I can’t retrofit with a key ring). Buy spares! FFS.