I love the Hanover winters.
We've been without internet since Wednesday. I think our wireless receiver got iced up. Thankfully a technician came out this morning.
While he was working on getting us online, a Purolator package arrived for Erika. The delivery guy made an attempt at our driveway. He almost made it to the top.
He came to the door to deliver two things: the parcel and news of his unplanned parking arrangement. "I think I'm stuck in your driveway," he said.
I fired up my tractor (yes, the one that I used to knock down my neighbour's mailbox) and tried, unsuccessfully, to pull him free.
By this time our internet connection was fixed so the technician decided to join the fun.
We tried everything: shoveling, chaining the truck to my tractor, we even used half a bag of kitty litter for traction.
In the end he managed to rock his way out of the icy rut. As he backed his way the rest of the way down the driveway he signaled his thanks with a series of quick, happy "beeps" on his horn. I was relieved that he was free a few tree branches were the only remains from the recent driveway trauma.
The internet tech quickly hopped in his van and vacated the premises, probably eager to get his vehicle back on the safety of the road.
Here's my prediction: it's going to be a long winter.
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