Snowy feet

Well, it's another beautiful wintry day here in New Hampshire. Overnight, we got several inches of snow, followed by a little ice and sleet and rain and cats and dogs falling from the sky. The boys get to add on another day in June to pay for their day off today.

I shrugged into my winter gear and set out to clear the skating rink. After 2 hours and having to fill the tank of the snow thrower with gasoline twice, it ran out of gas again, which happened to be the very same moment I did as well. I left the 2 feet of rain-soaked snow at the top of the driveway. You know how that is always the very worst part because of the plows going by. It was just too much for my little snow thrower. By then, my soaked clothes were clinging to me while my eyes burned from the stinging rain mixed with the gasoline fumes of the machine sputtering before me.

I slipped and slid back down the driveway, parked the snow thrower in the garage and headed inside. I'm now showered and dry and I only ache a little bit from the 2 hour struggle work-out.

It has gotten that we now question the weather when it doesn't snow on any given day. My mom is coming to visit in early May. I told her there will likely still be snow on the ground and to be prepared. And to stop telling me how warm it is in Myrtle Beach because I don't care. This winter has kicked our butts and I'd say I didn't care except it's hard not to when its foot is still wedged up my ----.

See if I care.