Why do snowstorms always occur on Wednesdays?
Today’s prediction was for 5-8 inches. We got fourteen. The snow started before dawn, fluffy sweet stuff, falling gently, like a Rankin/Bass Christmas movie.
At 10:30, I shoveled, and three more inches fell as I puffed away.
When I left to pick Liev up from preschool, snow wafted down in big white sheets. The roads were so blanketed as to be indiscernible from the landscape.
Am I grateful that preschool is within walking distance? You bet! Not that I’d walk.
Anyway, Liev fell asleep like an angel so I had plenty of time to shovel snow during his nap. What work! A third of the way through I called Egor and asked him to pick up a snowblower on the way home!
Actually, the problem isn’t the snow, which is rather pleasant to shovel, it’s the ice beneath. I slipped and slipped as I struggled to move the increasing bulk of snow out of the driveway. After working for almost an hour, a neighbor with a snowblower finished for me. Gratitude! Especially since I was tired of shoving all the snow over to Egor’s side of the driveway!