Last Saturday, we had a little snow; like over a foot of the
white stuff.
It was a dry snow and
fairly easy to shovel, until the middle of the afternoon, when the sun started
to melt the snow a bit and then it got a whole lot heavier. It took forever to break through the end of
the driveway to the street. My car is so
close to the ground I have to scoop the entire driveway. I use to have a pickup truck and I’d just
barrel through all the snow and up into the drive. One thing I didn’t think about when I traded
vehicles.
After six hours of shoveling snow, I finally had the drive
cleared. I really over did it. I spent the rest of the day recovering, with
aches and pains, and just plain exhaustion.
Thank goodness I didn't have to do the sidewalk and front slab. My next door neighbor always goes out and clears the sidewalks and front
slabs for the apartment complex. He does that every time it
snows. The little lady on the end and I always appreciate this so very much.
Today, a week later, I walked outside to frost on the car windows and the birds singing in the trees. Crazy birds! I enjoyed the concert. It actually made scraping the windshield enjoyable.
