Oh, snap! There goes the snowblower

You may have heard that we’ve had some weather here in Massachusetts, as in three feet of snow weather.

Early this morning I give the snowblower a pull, the grip snaps off in my hand, the cord disappears inside, and the neighbors hear that McNamara fellow utter a relatively mild curse word.

Maybe the 15-year-old machine was telling me that four passes at clearing the driveway in 24 hours was at least one too many.

I don’t mean to call out Toro here, because I’m a big fan of their equipment … and, well, the 15 years. It’s just that I didn’t need this right now.