We got about 3-4 inches of snow today, despite weather forecasts of just a light dusting. Mom was thrilled, even though she canceled her plan to go up to visit Grandma because of road conditions. It was still snowing a bit when the kids got home, but acting on instructions left by Mom, I kicked them out in to the bitter weather. After snack, and getting ready, and much whining by Charles about how we won’t let him have boots (immediately preceding my putting boots on him).
We got the driveway shoveled before the snow plow arrived. When it did, Mom remembered that the front loader was still in the dead end. I ran over to save it, not knowing there had been enough water left from the previous precipitation to form a very smooth surface of ice under the accumulated snow. I took a massive spill, but pushed my brutalized body through the agonizing pain to try and save the front loader. Instead, I think I broke it because it had been placed there when the aforementioned precipitation was still liquid, resulting in a front loader that was strongly attached to the road (much more firmly attached than various bits of superstructure I attempted to use for hand holds). So, all in all, not the most successful rescue I have participated in. The snow plower driver, having far more pity than my loving wife, avoided plowing over the front loader.
The ice mired front loader