I didn’t shovel my driveway last weekend. No reason except laziness. Just didn’t want to move the truck to get to the blower. And, after all, I have an all-wheel drive vehicle, so I just drove over it. I had company Saturday night and was a little embarrassed at my laziness and felt bad that they had to wade through snow. But, in all fairness, I warned them beforehand.
So today, I was watching my neighbor clear his driveway and saw how much snow we got. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get out so, I put on 3 pairs of socks (I hate cold feet), my tall horse barn boots and bundled up in my Carhart pants and jacket. Put on a hoodie and down filled gloves and out I went.
It took a little effort to back out the truck. I would have gunned it, but since I was in the garage, I thought better of it. I drug out the blower and started the ritual of getting it going. It was a lot easier than I had told myself it would last weekend.
Now, since I had packed the snow down from last weekend driving over it, I couldn’t get all the way to the cement, but at least I can get my vehicle in and out. I cleared the walkway and even a little potty area for Andre. Although, past experience has shown that he will pee in the patch, but will run out into the snow to go number two. A pee-patch – ha ha!
Now I am treating myself with chips and salsa. Feels good to have it done.