So I got dressed in my insulated pants, boots, Carharts etc. and I am sweating my brains out and can't wait to get outside. I push on the door and I can't open it because the snow is halfway up the glass on the door. I manage to get it open just enough to get my hand out there and push some snow aside so I could move it back and forth enough to get my foot out and kick snow away so I could open the door.
I get outside and the snow is up past my knees. Before I came out I pushed the button to open my garage door so I could get to the shovel. Of course when you do that to a door that has a 6' snow drift against it, all that snow falls in.
Not much of a problem. I take the shovel and make a slight path to my yard so I can get the snow blower out. Of course that door is also covered in snow.
I Now I have been shoveling for 20 minutes just to get the snow blower out.
I get the thing out, put gas in it and start it up. I have a corner house so I have a lot of sidewalk and 3 driveways. As I am running the machine I am wondering where my 2 garbage cans are when all of a sudden the thing stops like I hit a wall. I go back and get the shovel and found one garbage can. I dig it out and it is in good condition just heavy because it is filled with snow.
I run the machine a little more and I hear this noise. GGGGGGGGRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaggggGGGgggg.
The thing stops dead. I try to start it, and nothing. So I make my way through the deep snow to the front..... And I found one of the garbage can covers.
It was folded over and jammed tght into the augers in the front and half way up the shute. It wouldn't budge a quarter of an inch.
Oh great, I still have a lot of snow to move so I drag the thing to my garage 50 yards away. Now I am sweating and panting and thinking if I have to call 911 because I am croaking I left my phone in the house and someone will find me in the spring frozen halibut.
I assess the situation and it isn't good. I get my sheers and start to cut the cover, but it is cold and stiff, similar to cutting a right front fender from a 1957 Oldsmobile. I can't wear my gloves so my hands are freezing.
I get a long pry bar and I am cutting, prying, cutting, prying and my neighbor comes over. She is a girl but an athlete girl and rides her bike to Montauk which is 125 miles away, each way so she is in good shape.
Now we are both, cutting, prying, cutting, prying etc. 30 minutes later, it comes free.
I start the thing and continue moving snow.
Then all of a sudden GGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaGGGGGgggg
I found the other garbage can cover.
These pictures are not from this year but work with me, I didn't have time to take pictures.