Few plans for the upcoming month

Few plans for the upcoming month - Gene Stone

Now that it’s already mid-September, I have to start thinking about the upcoming winter. I have one more month to finish the house repairs I was planning to do during summer and got postponed due to my hip injury. I also have to hire a team to replace the roof of my house. I have been meaning to do it for the past two years, but I could not. 

Also, I will need to get a winter shelter Longueuil and have it installed on my driveway. It would be much easier for me to have the car parked inside, protected from the snow. Not to mention that I won’t have to shovel the snow all around the car each morning in order to take the car out and go to work. Worse case scenario, I will shovel only what had been falling at the entrance of the shelter, or what that snow-blowers or plowers would have left there while cleaning the road.

Anyway, my point is that thanks to this shelter I won’t need to waste my time shovelling the snow. I wanted to buy it last year but I didn’t. I was an idiot. Before moving here, I always had an indoors garage or underground one. I never faced the wrath of winter each bloody morning. The benefits of an indoor garage were amazing. Besides the fact that I did not have to worry about the snow around my car or on my car, I was also able to walk towards my car wearing shoes and a light jacket. Yes, for six years I always wore shoes when I went to the office, not winter boots. Why? Because I did not have to! 

From my apartment to my car, all I had to do was to take the elevator all the way down to the underground parking, where I was remote starting my car. From there, I was driving to work where I was parking my car underground as well. One of the perks that came with the job.

From the parking area I had to walk through the underground corridor for four minutes until I reached my office’s building. 

The only times I was wearing winter boots was when I was taking my kids out or going for a walk or skiing. I am lucky that during those years, my car never broke down letting me stranded, inappropriately dressed. My wife always insisted that I should have a pair of boots or a Kanuka in the back of my car, but I did not bothered.