So Deep I Need a Shovel
So all day yesterday we had a snow storm. This is pretty normal for where I live. Everyone still goes to work , to school, and about their daily lives - just a little more slowly.
After picking up the kids, I drove home to find a 2 foot snow drift at the end of my driveway. My usual plan of "crashing" through the snow at a high rate of speed to make it up the driveway would not work tonight. The minivan just doesn't have enough power or traction. I wasn't sure what to do. I circled the block and formulated a plan.
The snow was so deep, we couldn't even walk from the street to the house. If I could just shovel two "gutters" for my tires, I could make it up the driveway and into the garage. Let's see, I'll park on the street and let the kids play in the van for a few minutes while I shovel - I'm sure it will only take a few secs...
I started to shovel. I could soon tell that the "gutter" idea would never work. This would still leave two feet of snow in the center of the driveway and there's no way the minvan could clear it. I started shoveling like a mad woman. I didn't want to leave the kids too long and besides, I was feeling pretty muscular with my toddler toting "mommy arms." The superhuman strength didn't last long. About 10 feet down my 30 foot driveway, I "hit the wall." I thought I was gonna drop.
I made a couple of "help me" glances at my neighbor who was using his new slowblower. I got pretty excited when he started to cross the street, only to find out he was headed for the driveway of an elderly man around the corner. Dammit! I trudged on.
It wasn't too bad. Took about 30 minutes and I checked on the kids several times to make sure they were okay - and I actually felt like I had accomplished something - until I woke up this morning to discover the city truck had plowed in the end of the driveway again. Good times.
After picking up the kids, I drove home to find a 2 foot snow drift at the end of my driveway. My usual plan of "crashing" through the snow at a high rate of speed to make it up the driveway would not work tonight. The minivan just doesn't have enough power or traction. I wasn't sure what to do. I circled the block and formulated a plan.
The snow was so deep, we couldn't even walk from the street to the house. If I could just shovel two "gutters" for my tires, I could make it up the driveway and into the garage. Let's see, I'll park on the street and let the kids play in the van for a few minutes while I shovel - I'm sure it will only take a few secs...
I started to shovel. I could soon tell that the "gutter" idea would never work. This would still leave two feet of snow in the center of the driveway and there's no way the minvan could clear it. I started shoveling like a mad woman. I didn't want to leave the kids too long and besides, I was feeling pretty muscular with my toddler toting "mommy arms." The superhuman strength didn't last long. About 10 feet down my 30 foot driveway, I "hit the wall." I thought I was gonna drop.
I made a couple of "help me" glances at my neighbor who was using his new slowblower. I got pretty excited when he started to cross the street, only to find out he was headed for the driveway of an elderly man around the corner. Dammit! I trudged on.
It wasn't too bad. Took about 30 minutes and I checked on the kids several times to make sure they were okay - and I actually felt like I had accomplished something - until I woke up this morning to discover the city truck had plowed in the end of the driveway again. Good times.
Doh! The plow bump is the worst.
Posted by
Anonymous |
8:45 AM
From a Canadian to an American, I totally feel your pain.
How about shovelling just enough to park the van (say, 12 feet or so)?
Posted by
Ben-Ohki |
10:00 AM
I could shovel just enough to park... but I wanted to get to the garage so I could avoid having to brush the overnight snow off in the morning. (every second counts when you're trying to get two toddlers to daycare in time for breakfast!) lol
Posted by
PreppyGirl |
11:55 AM