There was no way we could keep up with the snow here the past few weeks. Hubby has a cracked rib that is taking its time to heal and trying to shovel snow even carefully is not helping. I would do as much as I could. The snow shovel is about as big as I am and looking down the driveway with two to three feet of snow with 5 foot drifts here and there, the driveway looks as long as a football field. At least that is the impression I have as I feel so intimidated by the overwhelming job of trying to get enough snow out of the way to get the car out of the garage. I think everyone who knows me is by now tired of the snow stories, especially my family in warm sunny southern California.
Hubby suggested we look on craigslist for someone to do the heavy work, enough so we could get to the library and get groceries. We found several ads right away and called one and arranged for someone to come here today around noon. We got a two for the price of one, two very nice young men with two machines. Until today I never cared to hear machines roaring, but I so liked those rip snorting snow eating machines here today.
Yay, we were able to get out of the garage, get down the driveway, take care of the errands, and neither one of us has a sprained back. I have a big grin on my face and I am going to make myself a cup of hot green tea. Yeah.