Musings on anything. |
| I was freed in my driveway and walk to my front door. However, my mailbox has been blocked by the huge pile from the snowplow. Needless to point out, I have received no mail for over a week. I couldn't find the hatchet but did go out with the garden hoe to at least chip a path from the road to the box. I discovered the traffic going up and down the street had to slow down when passing by me, even though I stopped and stepped into the pile when they got nearby. The ice is so deep and hard that I made little progress. I went to the driveway and tried going to the mailbox from the side, then work my way back to the street. It still took so long. My hands were freezing despite knit gloves and I was getting winded. I don't want to have a heart attack out on the street. I stopped for a breather and thought, "Look at the wind blowing snow off the trees." Then it hit me, the trees are all melted. "Oh, no. Flurries." I continued to work, then looked up and saw it coming down thicker than before. Time to retreat. I made it back down the clear driveway and realized there was still some animal scat, so I grabbed the leaf blower and blew away quite a bit. Looks like it's going to be a while before I can get mail. In the city, I would get a fine for not clearing it away. But I live in the county. I just got an email indicating there is a shortage of shovelers and ice removers even after all this time. Thank you, Mr. Groundhog. I'm staying in with a cup of hot tea. |