I love snow. I'm not precisely sure why...I just do.
I woke up at about 0530 to over a foot of it. After staring at the weather channel for a bit, I decided to make myself breakfast. I enjoyed some scrambled eggs, toast, coffee and OJ at my dining room table, looking out onto the street, heavily dusted in a fluffy blanket of wonderfulness.
As I was feeling quite industrious, I decided to go out and shovel. I took care of the porch, directly in front of the door and then the stairs down to the sidewalk. Clearing off the sidewalk came next. I got the entire width of the sidewalk infront of the house - about 8 feet wide and 25 feet long. This however, wasn't enough for me. Oh no.
My Jeep is parked around the corner, so I shoveled to the end of the street. I live three houses from the end of the block. Unfortunately, the Jeep is parked around the corner at the other end of the block. I shoveled all the way down there. I hope my neighbors appreciate this. I didn't do the entire width of the sidewalk, just enough to walk down. I lost my steam, at that point, though, and stopped there.
After jumping out into the street, I walked around the corner to see how deep it was buried. I didn't take any pictures of that, as the wind had kicked up and I wasn't up for having my camera covered in snow.
More to come, later.
Pictures here.