So, after the nice people who went door to door offering to shovel driveways left (with their small fee and a tip) a kind hearted plow driver deposited that load of crap at the end of our driveway.
I do so freakin’ hate winter.
Funny, I’ve never tried taking a picture through a screen door using my iPhone. It sort of freaked out on me. Oh well, you get the point.
Given the choice between surgery without anesthetic and shoveling after two feet of snow…
I’d have to think about it.
Guess what wouldn’t start.
I’m six feet five inches tall. The drift over the mini van was at least two feet taller than I.
I did the unthinkable today. I shoveled the driveway without pulling either car into the street. How?
I used the garage! Today was the first major storm since we bought the house where the garage was clean enough to hide a car while I shoveled. It was a sublime experience (not really).
There are two heavenly moments when shoveling your driveway. One is obvious… its the moment you are finally finished. The other is more subtle. The other is that moment when you first break through the into the plowed road beyond the edge of the driveway. It’s a sweet moment.
Remember, if you have a fire hydrant on your property it is up to you to shovel it out so that any emergency personel who might need it can get to it. Don’t be the jack ass who thinks it’s the city/town’s job. Just do it.
I’m still trying to decide if shoveling would be preferable to surgery sans anesthesia.
Any positive energy that karma had banked up for me was just cashed in.
The snowblower won’t start. I grudgingly picked up the shovel and went to it. I was almost done digging out the first car when a guy driving a pickup with a plow came out of the blue and plowed out the huge snow bank at the end of our driveway. He didn’t stop, but he rolled down his window and said he hoped that would help.
In our house we have a new hero.
Karma is real, kids. Be nice to everyone. Always.
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