This post is a little long, but hopefully entertaining enough to be worth a read.
Friday, it snowed off and on all day. My wife had taken my younger son to Edmonton for an MRI, so when my older son and I got home from work, we wanted to have supper made, etc. for when they got home.
We decided to quickly clean the 5 or so cm of fresh snow off of the walk, and driveway before supper so that the walk would be clear for them. Then we went inside and started supper.
All night it snowed Friday night. Red Deer reported 29cm. Saturday afternoon my son and I went out to start clearing the driveways, and walk. We cleared a lot of snow, and while clearing off the pickup, I broke the ice scraper blade, so I needed to borrow the brush from my car (in the garage). I went inside to get the keys, and could not find them.
I was not too worried, and assumed I had put them someplace other than the key rack, and since I found the car un-locked, I simply borrowed the brush, and we kept shovelling.
Later in the evening while watching Hockey Night in Canada, I spent time looking in the usual places for my keys, and coming up empty. I started trying to retrace my steps from Fri night. hmmm.... shovelled snow... made supper. Oh! Shovelled snow, what if they fell out of the useless pocket of my jacket, and are now buried in a snow bank out there somewhere? As more places in the house resulted in no keys, I became convinced that they were indeed in the snow.
After hockey, I went outside, and got my metal detector out, and started sifting through the piles of snow around the place. I was worried that the city would plow soon, and my keys might even be trucked away if they hauled some snow by truck. I stayed out looking till 5:30 Sunday morning, and then come in for some sleep.
Sunday afternoon, I started searching some more. I kept at it, shovelling snow onto cleared lawn, mushing it flat, detecting for the keys, and then re-piling the snow in a new pile. I worked till midnight or so, and was forced to give it up, when my detector batteries died. Weather of -17 degrees is hard on batteries.
My neighbors dropped by, and checked out the excitement. One thought I was just building my annual igloo, and another said I was more "persistent" than him. I think "stubborn" may better apply.
Monday, I brought my car VIN into work, to start the process of having keys made from the VIN. I consulted the world
Friday, it snowed off and on all day. My wife had taken my younger son to Edmonton for an MRI, so when my older son and I got home from work, we wanted to have supper made, etc. for when they got home.
We decided to quickly clean the 5 or so cm of fresh snow off of the walk, and driveway before supper so that the walk would be clear for them. Then we went inside and started supper.
All night it snowed Friday night. Red Deer reported 29cm. Saturday afternoon my son and I went out to start clearing the driveways, and walk. We cleared a lot of snow, and while clearing off the pickup, I broke the ice scraper blade, so I needed to borrow the brush from my car (in the garage). I went inside to get the keys, and could not find them.
I was not too worried, and assumed I had put them someplace other than the key rack, and since I found the car un-locked, I simply borrowed the brush, and we kept shovelling.
Later in the evening while watching Hockey Night in Canada, I spent time looking in the usual places for my keys, and coming up empty. I started trying to retrace my steps from Fri night. hmmm.... shovelled snow... made supper. Oh! Shovelled snow, what if they fell out of the useless pocket of my jacket, and are now buried in a snow bank out there somewhere? As more places in the house resulted in no keys, I became convinced that they were indeed in the snow.
After hockey, I went outside, and got my metal detector out, and started sifting through the piles of snow around the place. I was worried that the city would plow soon, and my keys might even be trucked away if they hauled some snow by truck. I stayed out looking till 5:30 Sunday morning, and then come in for some sleep.
Sunday afternoon, I started searching some more. I kept at it, shovelling snow onto cleared lawn, mushing it flat, detecting for the keys, and then re-piling the snow in a new pile. I worked till midnight or so, and was forced to give it up, when my detector batteries died. Weather of -17 degrees is hard on batteries.
My neighbors dropped by, and checked out the excitement. One thought I was just building my annual igloo, and another said I was more "persistent" than him. I think "stubborn" may better apply.
Monday, I brought my car VIN into work, to start the process of having keys made from the VIN. I consulted the world
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