It’s another long Friday. Woke up to a major Nor’Easter. They predicted it, but as usual they were a bit off. Claimed it was going to get bad Thursday so a bunch of schools cancelled. Bad decision made from bad advice. When I picked up an early release at noon the sidewalks were dry. Not a flake around.
That changed sometime over night. The storm moved in with a vengeance. By 4:00 a.m. we had a good six inches and it just kept piling up. By 8:00 a.m. it was up to my husband’s knees. I know this because I watched him push the snow blower while I tried to shovel. Two hours later we thought we were done, but it had accumulated enough to have to shovel again. We shoveled a third time after venturing out to the store and it’s now all clear. Melted in fact.
I used to get all excited about a big storm. Fill water jugs, fill the bathtub, get stocked up on non perishables, and of course bread and milk.
Now I yell and swear at the weather people if they mention snow. Now it means back-breaking shoveling, roof raking, and more often than not, losing a days pay. There’s no fun left in it.
Spring is just around the corner they say. I hope so because my shovel is broken and my back has gone on strike. I won’t be shoveling again…until next time.