Liam and I just came back in from shoveling half the driveway and man am I tired. Almost every house has someone out shoveling, except for the one guy in the neighborhood (there's always one) with the snow blower and he did all the sidewalks (thank you thank you snow blower guy). All the neighbors provided lots of chances to lean on the shovel and chat, which gave us many much-needed breaks. Liam and I were disappointed that this is not snowman snow, but after shoveling a few cubic feet I was grateful that it was light, powdery snow* and not the back-breaking snow of the Scotia that sticks to the shovel.
When looking at the above picture, please remember that Mark already shoveled eighteen inches yesterday. Check out our back fence, which is four feet high:
The only thing that really has us wishing we were free is that we have run out of coffee. I don't drink a whole lot of coffee, but I do migrate towards the Starbucks drive-through from time to time. Mark, on the other hand, requires coffee every day to maintain his sunny personality. I've been bugging him to strap on the snowshoes and head for the nearest grocery store, but there's a strong chance the Starbucks wouldn't be manned, so he hasn't done it yet. In the meantime, I've been singing, "I wish I had a mocha frappuccino," to the tune of "I wish I were an oscar mayer wiener," but so far that hasn't proved very motivating.
*Let's face facts: if this had been sticky snowman snow, I would have blown off the shoveling entirely and gone off with Liam to make a snowman. It's not like there's any rush to shovel; the plows won't make it down our street until tomorrow afternoon if we're lucky and we sure as hell aren't going anywhere until they do.
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