It's over. THE BIG ONE is over. Now we all have to dig out. I've heard stories...oh boy have I heard stories. One friend's husband was in a crash in his semi....another's husband got stranded on the highway...couldn't even see where the road was, then they decided to SHUT IT DOWN, so there he sat...MY husband is still trapped in Illinois...everything is shut down...and we got a TRUCK LOAD of snow....that is placed in some rather inconvenient drifts ALL OVER THE DRIVEWAY. Now this may not seem like a huge deal...except that our driveway is VERY LONG and we own NO SNOWBLOWER. :-( So, when I finally acknowledged that no knights in shining armor were coming to my rescue I hiked up my snowpants and headed out. OOH...WE WANT TO GO TOO, said the children. The little one made it as far as the door, then turned back. That's him in the Snoopy hat.
The older was a little more excited about the whole deal. We traversed the first drift right outside the door, then another in front of the car....then tried to get down the driveway. We didn't make it far. It was VERY deep snow....like, "I was afraid I'd lose my kid" deep. So we turned back....got warm....tried again later.
Take two. After I shoveled the door drift the two munchkins braved the cold again.
Kids are good measuring tools....yes, that's how deep the flippin' door drift was.
Miracle we even got outside to begin with.
Marshall hiked to the end of the driveway...don't worry I kept an eye on him....he didn't disappear. I made the hike too...just to
cuss marvel at the MOUNTAIN the plow made at the end of our driveway. Who needs a clean alley when you have no prayer of actually getting out of your driveway? It was six feet deep...at least.
Clancey shoveled like a trooper.
The snow attacked Marshall.
Then we gave up.
We made it about halfway down the driveway.
Then Clancey declared it was time to go inside.
Time to go in NOW big brother.