Sunday, December 7, 2025
Time: 8:30 AM
Song: 88 Lines About 44 Women
Artist: The Nails
Mode of Consumption: Listening to the radio on the way to church.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6YSF0u64K0xreRh1uOJuPw?si=ccce005c4a9c4506
We had another 4-to-6-inches of snow last night. Add that to the foot of snow from last week, and we are already having the roughest winter in these parts in the last decade.
I spent time this morning arranging to get the snow plowed at the church, and deciding if we should even be having a service. A cancellation would make two in a row, which would knock out half the services for advent. Most of our congregation is elderly, so should they even attempt driving there?
Snow removal is top of mind around these parts.
The man that rents the farmland around us plows our lane, which is about a quarter mile long, gravel, and at a 45-degree angle from the roadway below.
He opened it up this morning, leaving the top of the hill to us to handle.
Plowing with the tractor we bought from Jodi’s mom is a new skill for both of us. Last weekend, I spent the better part of an hour pushing some of the snow around. I did better than the attempt I made last year when we had one storm with enough accumulation to plow.
Still it was a slow, and I am still not confident that I could handle the hill.
Jodi tried her hand today, and while she zoomed around the sheds while I was walking the dog out in the pasture, when I came back she had it stuck in front of a snow bank near our garage.
We tried pulling it out with our truck, but that didn’t work. I brought out a couple buckets of gravel and that provided the traction we needed.
She finished up in front of the garage as I went in to watch the Bears.
It’s only December 7, so we’ll see how much more practice we’ll get this summer.
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