Sounds like all I had to do today was stay at home, sit by a cozy fire, relax in my easy chair with a hot cocoa in my hand. Not! A snow day for me is something that I dread. A blizzard no less. I can feel my back muscles stiffen in anticipation of the work to be done.
First, I like to pray before the storm gets to my house. You never know, God might have pity on this disabled frame of mine. Actually, they were saying 30 to 40 centimeters of snow to fall. God listens! I got less than half of that in my neighbourhood. Still, that is a significant amount of snow.
What makes it hard is that the snowplows come down Cannon and like to plow two lanes of roadway snow onto my meager little sidewalk. Five inches of loose snow ends up being 20 inches of packed snow and ice. Fortunately I survived. Then comes the walk to where we park the car. Again, about six inches but all of it loose. Quickly done, though having no place to throw the snow can be a challenge sometimes.
So I’m done? No! The plows come again, specially down the side street just before Linda comes home. Clean it up, again. Linda comes home I tell her to park across the street. I’ll park the car later. Hmmm… not before the plow comes down that side street again. Legs quivering and back shot, I use the back end of the car as a plow to get in. I’ll leave it for the next day.
The only thing that makes me feel good about the day? They were calling for a lot more snow than I got. For that I am thankful. Couldn’t have coped if God didn’t smile on my request.
Ugh, that’s brutal. Our plow plowed in the end of our driveway, and a bunch of parked cars – but then he came back and helped re-clear it, as neighbours with shovels worked together. pretty cool!