This is how the driveway looks from the road.
The snow drifted between our garage and the house; I used the snow shovel and made a path through it a while ago.
New Year's Eve, Cliff worked; but Tony, the guy he usually rides with, did not. Cliff drove our old pickup to work, since our car is helpless on snow and ice (we haven't been in it since before Christmas). When he got home New Year's Eve, he forgot to t turn the lights off on the truck; he's used to our car, which automatically turns its lights off if you leave them on. Three days later when we were going to go to the store, the pickup wouldn't start: The battery had not only run down, but had frozen so hard that the sides were bulged out.
Yesterday, more blowing snow. The Mahindra ("Ma", they call her) didn't want to start; but after some tender loving care, she came to life.
This makes the third time Cliff has had to clear the driveway; every time he gets it nicely cleaned, more snow comes along with plenty of wind to make it drift across the drive.
Calgon, take me away.