Mojo's Obligatory AFTER-the-Storm Photos

Snow MeasurementSo we got almost exactly two feet of snow this weekend. Which is a pretty good storm. Mojo thinks anything over a foot is a good storm, so two feet is a doubly good storm if you choose to do the math.

Of course ten minutes into the cleanup the snowblower threw a belt. There was a traffic ban and the town hadn't plowed, so we couldn't get out of the driveway anyway, and no spare belt to be had, so it was hand shoveling for us. SEVEN HOURS LATER we could get both cars out of the driveway. By then the town had plowed the road, but there was still a traffic ban, so no going to get the snowblower repaired until Monday. (Yeah, Sunday we could move around, but the snowblower place wasn't open on Sunday.)

Snow wall

So we had to shovel the driveway by hand, and then a path to the woodshed, and then Mojo climbed a ladder onto the roof to clean the two feet of snow off the flat bedroom roof, since it was going to RAIN on Monday and rain on top of two feet of snow was going to make things fairly heavy. It's never actually happened to me, but I imagine waking up to a collapsing roof and being suddenly bathed in two feet of snow and splintered roof beams is not the greatest way to wake up in the morning... or in the middle of the night.

We woke up instead to a wall of snow just out our front door. There is a very slopey roof above it, so all the snow that falls on that roof instead falls straight on the poor sap waiting for Mojo to answer her door. As Nelson would say, "Ha-HAH!"

Anyway, I had all those before pictures I took and so I dutifully went around and took "after" pictures, and I'm all like, how can I make this before-and-after experience even MORE OBNOXIOUS?

The answer, of couse, is ANIMATED GIFS.

So Mojo has taken the precious time out of her busy schedule and her enjoyment of life and all she holds dear to make clever animated GIFS for you of before and after snow scenes. Oh, sure, you didn't ASK for them, but Mojo imagines you will effusively thank her all the same.

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Mojo Resists Temptation With Her Iron Will

Okay, it's almost Craptacular time. I am considering the list for my post-holiday cleanup sale on eBay, and believe me, I have enough to last a lazy person like me several months. The last thing I need is MORE CRAP.

In fact, living in a very small rural town, Mojo must make occasional dump runs--although technically our dump is no longer a dump but a "transfer station", and everything gets dumped into variously labeled Dumpsters to be driven away and either recycled or dumped--oh, sorry, I mean "transferred"--elsewhere, like where poorer people live. Or whatever happens to it; Mojo has no say in the matter. (Once when I worked in a Very Old Library at a Very Old College, they spent a year or so removing asbestos from the building, and they had a staff meeting with an asbestos expert to allay staff fears (the actual removal process, it turns out, involved a lot of plastic sheeting and duct tape, which did NOTHING to ally Mojo's vague fears, since she was looking for something a little more high-tech), and one of the things one of Mojo's trouble-making librarian friends brought up was, "Where does the asbestos go after you remove it?" To which the asbestos expert hemmed and hawed and tried very hard to sugar-coat what they do with it. Which, rumor had it, was to truck it all down south and let some poverty-stricken Appalachian community deal with it. You'd think they'd be asked this often enough to have a good strong super-casual response to it instead of this decidedly awkward exchange (and maybe now they do), but back then Mister Asbestos Expert clearly did NOT want to talk about it.) More Mojo!>>

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