A little less than a year ago I posed the question to readers: do Raymond and I need a snowblower at the Manse? The answer was a pretty uniform yes. But a little less than a year ago the matter wasn’t particularly urgent, because we were still living in Montreal and only spending a couple of weekends a month, at best, in Queensborough.
Gracious, what a lot can happen in a year!
Now here we are installed in my childhood home, and the snows have begun to come. And while our neighbour John – the same one who does such a fantastic job of keeping our lawn mowed in summer – has happily taken on the task of plowing out the driveway when needed so I can leave for work at the ungodly hour of 7 a.m., Raymond and I have to accept much of the responsibility for clearing walkways and the garage entrance and basically any snow that needs moving outside of the pre-dawn hours.
While I don’t mind the odd bit of shovelling – and neither does Raymond – I think I am safe in saying that neither one of us wants to court cardiac crisis should a few feet of heavy snow land overnight, which is eminently possible at any time.
So it’s time to talk turkey. Or more specifically, what we should get each other for Christmas.
Last year it was something very lovely: the maple tree that we planted in the Manse’s front yard. This year, I think it’s time for machinery over Nature. Because really, what says “Merry Christmas and I love you” better than a shiny new snowblower?