The snow came down heavy and wet all afternoon and into the night. There’s so much water in the snow that you can’t pick up a complete shovel full without risking injury to the shovel or your back. Only three inches, maybe, blankets the driveway and lawn. This is snow blower snow, running slowly and deliberately so you don’t clog the chute. I took the shovel down to the street and cleared some of the plowed snow piled up at the end to give the rolling trash barrel a stable base. Then I walked back up to the garage, wondering to myself “I suppose this might melt if I just let the sun work at it”.
Nothing tests your work ethic like late spring snow. In January there’s no question I’d clear the driveway. In late March? Well… I walked inside and checked the weather report on my phone. Sure enough, the temperatures are going to warm up enough to make a real dent in this slip with the consistency of wet cement. I took an inventory of who is going out and who is staying in during this pandemic. Nobody is going anywhere. Are we getting any deliveries today that would require me to clear the driveway? Maybe. Maybe not. That’s the wild card, isn’t it? It’s not about me at that point, it’s about the FedEx guy or the person delivering propane. Yeah, they’d appreciate a clean driveway. Might not even deliver if it’s a mess… damn.
Well, I could use some fresh air, right?