It was a hell-hath-no-fury-like-Mother-Nature day

Two Sundays ago my presence was requested to help celebrate my mother in laws 65th birthday.

Ab fab I thought won’t have to cook dinner.

Now, I must warn you that the following article may contain a few four letter words like, snow, blow and plow.

The day was one of those “hell hath no fury like Mother Nature” days that seem to happen on a regular basis living here 1,000 feet above the village of Creemore. From our viewpoint of the road we watched as several autos got stuck whether coming up the road or going down the road in the heavy, heavy snow drift that had formed from just above our laneway to the crest of the hill. Not only was the drift almost three feet high and some 15 feet long, it spanned the total width of the road.

Now the CEO loves these kinds of days. He doesn’t watch any sports and I can’t keep him awake long enough to watch a movie, but people getting stuck just makes his day.

Oh, he will go out and help them and has many a time, but it is just so entertaining for him to watch people get out and circle their vehicles scratching their heads wondering how this could possibly have happened, why he has even laughed out loud at some of the antics. I know, eh, the CEO laughing, a rare sight indeed.

So this particularly stormy day (not wanting to miss out on a free meal, oh, and wish my dear Irma a Happy Birthday), I suggested that we all ride over in the tractor, after having the entertainment of watching people getting stuck, I didn’t want to be the encore for the CEO. You see, when someone else is having a hard time with the elements, all well and good, but lord forbid if I need help when the elements get me.

I can’t tell you how many times I have walked up that laneway after the plow has gone by and the wind has done its best to sock in the end of the drive. It usually happens when I have about 12 bags of groceries and four bags of salt for the water softener… yesch.

So the CEO says, “no, we won’t all fit in the tractor”, which comes across in a totally different tone to me. CEO says that he will blow a path through the snowy obstruction and just to follow him. Famous last words. I drove down the laneway and turned right to go up the hill (remember, in my defence, the wind is howling) and drove straight into the deepest part of the 12-foot high drift (from where I was sitting it seemed that high). Egad, now comes the worst part… the CEO has to pull me out of the snowdrift that he spent the afternoon being entertained about.

After the piercing questions of, “all you had to do was follow me” which I thought I was doing, but I could not see a thing, even a 14-foot high red tractor with a flashing orange light, that is just how much of a white out It was.

So, the afternoon ended with the words, “Happy Birthday Irma, from now on your birthday is in July.”