We got slammed with a 30 hour snow storm over the weekend. What began as rain on Saturday evening had turned to snow by Saturday night, and by 5:30 Sunday morning several inches of snow too heavy for the snow blower had fallen. I know this because at 5:30 Sunday morning I had the task of clearing our driveway so that Jacob and I could get to his wrestling tournament before 8:00. And where was Caleb? He and the other kids were in a much less snowy Iowa helping his dad who just returned home from surgery. Good grief!
This is what our back deck looked like 16 hours in to the whole production. Grim!
Because the snow was so heavy, using a snow blower proved impossible for the first 24 hours of the storm. So my shovel and I became best friends. Not exactly what I was hoping to spend several hours of my Sunday doing! Lucky for Jacob, being a kid in a snow storm is FUN. He ditched his hardworking momma and headed over to my parents’ house for a slumber party that included snowmobiling!
Finally—whew—at 9:00 Sunday night I had dug through enough of the snow so that I could use the snow blower. I was able to clear off a path just wide enough to get the ol’ Civic out of the driveway before the blower ran out of gas. What luck! Snow was still coming down, but I was calling it quits. I spy our mailbox, do you?
Fast forward to Tuesday. Jacob and I went to work clearing a larger path of our driveway so that Caleb and the kids could park in the garage. Aren’t we sweet?!
Since the initial 17+” of snow we received over the weekend, an additional few inches have fallen this week. And through all of this, I have learned that—holy smokes—shoveling and snow blowing that much snow kills your grip strength. Wondering if I will ever be able to make a fist again…
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