Oooo, my back.
I think my nose is frozen.
I know my fingers are.
There is snow inside my boots.
Inside my socks.
Inside my . . . never mind.
It is 4 p.m. in the afternoon.
I am finally done helping move snow outside.
Papa Pea is just "finishing up this last little bit," he says.
We did squeeze in a quick break for breakfast
somewhere around 11 a.m.
Now I could eat a bear.
If someone else would cook it.
I can hardly move.
I am really, really tired.
How much snow did we get overnight? I don't know. Who's counting anymore at this point?
We think it must be somewhere around 12-14". Although the winds along with the snowfall made some beautiful sculptures, they were like cement to move on the driveway and in the yard and on the paths.
Traditionally, the month of March is the one in which we get most of our snow.
Uh-oh. Where are we going to put more snow? No sense worrying about it. It will all work out.
For now, I'm hitting the Arnica to sooth my aches and pains. While hoping we don't get any more snow soon. I need to rest a little before attaching my body to the snow shovel again.
All is well.
We're warm and secure. The pantry is full. Our daughter will do more plowing for us on the driveway tonight after work. Right now it's a narrow passageway out to the main road. A bit like the bobsled run at the Olympics, but passable.
All is well.