No, this isn't Santa coming in the window more than a month late. The Blizzard of '10 covered just about everything in sight...including the satellite dish, so my Dear Hubby wanted to do something about it.
"I'm not sitting in the ##!?--$$! house all day with no TV," the intrepid Mr. Fairway exclaimed. So after shoveling all morning, he figured he'd go out on the roof and clear the frozen stuff off the dish~or die trying.
Did I mention that my man is no spring chicken? Yes, he's cute & all, but couldn't we hire a neighbor boy for this slippery mission?
"I can do it," he said, hoisting the stepladder & the broom. "Just call the EMTs if I fall."
I scurried up the stairs after him, wondering how this would all go down. Mr. Fairway is built like a football player~our upstairs windows are a little on the smallish side.
But before I could give the matter another thought, Hubby had the window up, the screen off & had scooted out onto the roof of the garage, ladder, broom & all. Standing in huge drifts of snow.
"Hey! Get me the ice scraper with the brush on it," he hollered. "And the cooking spray."
"Like the non-stick stuff? The Pam?" Was he thinking of making omelets out there, or what?
"So the snow won't stick to the dish once I scrape it off."
Well, all-righty, then. I scooted back downstairs and out to my car for the scraper, when I heard a rattle, then a crash. I looked up in time to see the stepladder thunk in a pile of driveway snow.
I grabbed the scraper & the Pam (just in case) & dashed back inside & back up the stairs, with my heart in my mouth. Mr. F. was still standing in the snow on the roof, busily brushing at the white stuff, which kept blowing back in his face.
"What happened to the ladder?" At this point, I didn't really want to know, but thought I'd ask, anyway.
"I didn't need it, so I sent it downstairs, Express Mail."
Oh. How do you respond to a crack like that, when your husband is standing on your garage roof in the middle of a blizzard?
I guess you know the moral of the story, correctamundo? If you're going to attempt snow removal from the precipice of your garage roof during the biggest snowstorm in 20 years, wear ski goggles. And don't forget the Pam.