Since snow began falling this December I have become obsessed with shovelling it. We hired a contractor to clean our driveway but we are responsible for our front steps, and so I have become focused on cleaning off snow and ice.
Perhaps it is because we lived without snowstorms for five years and I dread walking through deep snow that I have decided to wage war against it. Even the back deck gets shovelled -- just so Hubby has free access to the barbecue because nothing should come between a man cooking over an open flame.
The worst day this December was when it poured rain last Sunday and I decided to go out and shovel the slush from our driveway. Rain-soaked snow is mighty heavy, but I did it -- although it took most of that afternoon for my wool coat to dry off.
Looking out the window I can see the flakes tumbling from the sky. Guess I should go out again in a couple of hours and shovel it off the steps. Just three more months of it.
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