There's been a respite from the falling snow. I think that the temperature is actually a few degrees above freezing. So I went out to shovel the driveway.
Those of you who have been here can attest to the fact that I have a long and steep driveway. It can be a chore to deal with even in the summer. But tackling this driveway when it's covered with thick, wet, almost slush-like snow is an altogether different sort of work indeed. It took damn near an hour. I'm wringing with sweat and just starting to catch my breath, but the driveway is clean.
Not sure why I bothered since my truck is in it's snow emergency parking spot down at the base of the driveway and I'm not planning on going anywhere anyway, but it's just one of those things that automatically has to get done when there's snow on it. Maybe it's because the UPS guy might bring me something, or an ambulance might need to get up here, or maybe it's just a default back to my father's influence, ("Ok it's stopped snowing. Get out there and get that driveway cleaned off.") Or maybe I was just bored and it's preferable to house cleaning. All I know is that snow-covered driveways just bug me and mine is clean now so all is right with the world.
This calls for a beer.