It started late Tuesday night and didn't end till late Wednesday night. Wednesday was a lost day - no work, no leaving the house except to go outside several times to shovel.
|"Please Daddy! Please...I need to pee!"|
Off we went into the great white yonder. Trudging, freezing and pelted with ice.
|You could barely see out the windows|
Despite all his yelling and screaming to head out, once he was there he wasn't too happy.
|"@#%* this! I'm heading back in."|
We got nearly two feet of snow. It was the heavy wet kind that makes moving difficult. We wouldn't have been able to get out of the house if we had to. In fact, even the following day it took me five tries to get the car up the hill.
|Entrance to the backyard and porch|
The streets are still a mess. Since the snow was so wet it has hardened like blocks of cement. The other day I actually slide into an snow bank and dinged my bumper. The end of my street has a pile of snow at least 8 feet high that will probably be there till June.
|The house in all its winter glory|
Here I am, during the height of the storm, with my favorite winter man toy - the snow blower. While I'm glad I have it, I think I need to invest in a more powerful one. It took me over two hours to clear the driveway, and that was only the first time. It took five more times out to get it clear.
|Me clearing the driveway|
The following night, after the chaos had begun to wind down, I was out clearing the driveway, with the shovel, for one last time. A guy came walking by with his dog. He stopped and then proceeded to ask me if my driveway was heated. It was then that I realized I might be a little obsessive with the snow clearing.