I went out around 6 PM to sweep what I thought was just a couple of inches off the porch and steps. When I realized I couldn't push the broom through the snow, I knew we'd gotten more than those filthy liars told us we'd get. I bundled up to tackle the task of shoveling the walk and drive so my husband wouldn't have to after working all day.
I'm already sore, but I'm here writing, so I obviously passed my exercise induced stress test. It took an hour, and required lifting, which they tell you not to do. Push the snow, they say. You know who I'm speaking of--those know it all television reporters. Push it where? If I push it against the mounds we started back in December, it would avalanche back down on the walk I just cleared. What's the point of that? So I lifted. And grunted. And lifted some more.
Sunday's weather predictions are for, you guessed it, more snow. Yep. Sick and tired of it all.
I can't think of the saying, sick and tired, without thinking of Bill Cosby's skit on how tired always follows sick. Back when this was first released, and that was ages ago, I laughed until I cried when he talked about his parents because apparently, our mothers were cut from the same cloth.
In case you missed it, or the snow makes you want to cry, here's a little laugh for today.