Christmas adventures

Well, here we are on the cusp of Christmas. I have not posted since last Wednesday because I was out of town, visiting family - my daughter and her family. The threat of a snow storm meant I had to return 12 hours before intended, but not too soon to experience the joys and excitements of living in the country. Prior excitements at the farm included a new born calf that refused to suckle, slaughtering a cow, and building a chicken coop. All of them rather tame in comparison to this trip's entertainment.

My son and law and grandson, eager to get home after a harrowing drive through a snow storm, mistook the culvert's open area between two snow banks for his driveway, and, before his son could warn him drove his car part way into the only open water in kilometers. Both exited the vehicle in a prompt manner while the nose of the car sunk into the swamp water, car bottom resting on the culvert. car rear hiked up indecently at a 45 degree angle.

It is amazing how the creative juices flow when the threat of humiliation looms. When the tow truck refused to come due to weather conditions, my son-in-law realized that, unless he took matters into his own hands, the car would likely freeze into the swamp and be there 'till spring. Not only would they lose the use of the car, but, more significantly, he would be the laughing stock of the county. So, armed with a tipsy neighbour and said neighbour's truck he attacked the problem, only to have the neighbour's truck end up in a ditch (not the swamp). Undaunted, he hauled out a sort of winch thingame, called a "come along" (??? a dubious name at best), which, he used to drag the truck out of the ditch using only human muscle power.

Miraculously, they pulled the car out of the swamp using the truck and the "come along", then pushed the car down the road, entering via the correct driveway, and finally coming to rest in the workshop where it is currently being thawed and dried out.

Hesitant to risk such mistakes myself, being hideously unequiped (no "come along" in the trunk), I decided once the storm abated and before the next one descended, to high tail it back to the relative safety and placidity of the city so I could relate this tale to my faithful readers, all 1.734 of them.