Yeah. So. It did suck. The wind changed directions mid-way through the storm, so when it was all said and done, the drift that was completely covering the road between our cars and our walkway, 2 houses to the left and right of our house, was over our waists. Steve & Wanda couldn't get their door open because of the drifting on their patio. Chris and I started out at 7am. We got through our walkway, to the cars, and then made a path to their door. We stopped in there to warm up a touch with a coffee, and then Steve joined us to try to shovel the cars out. I went in at about 9:00 to shower and get ready for work (my work NEVER closes), and left at quarter to 11:00 - the boys were still out shoveling. It was kind of heart-warming, really, seeing all the 'hood neighbors banding together, bein' neighborly with their shovels in tow. Now I just wonder where the bejebus the plow guy is going to put the snow?
The shoveling has irritated my wrist 'issue', and I no doubt will be ridiculously sore tomorrow on account of today's winter exercise being the only exercise this poor body has seen in a gazillion years. I know I needed it, but still. Don't judge.
Mr. Shovel, I no longer wish to have a relationship with you. You make me sore. You don't give much back in return, and well, I just think we'd get along better living separate lives (cue Phil Collins and Marilyn Martin duet).
I also regret not asking Santa for some winter boots. *sigh* Happy Friday :)
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