It snowed so freaking hard yesterday that we had whiteout conditions almost all day. I shoveled out the five car driveway and by the time I finished I had to shovel off the porch, the two walkways and the back deck a second time.
I went back into the house to dry off everything I wore, knowing I would be out there starting all over again later in the day. I watched car after car getting stuck as they tried to get in and out of the street that faces our driveway, and I mean, these people would be fighting to get unstuck for upwards of a half hour and then the next car would get stuck. If I was a good person I would have strung up crime scene tape across the road so that nobody else would have had to waste a half hour of their day spinning their tires while uttering every curse word they know.
I watched a Hummer struggle and then spin his tires which would move the monstrosity sideways until it too was not going anywhere for the next half hour. The one day of the year that this guy can justify owning a Hummer in an urban setting without looking like an ass, and it fails at the job it was meant for. He probably had nowhere to go all day, but when he woke up and saw the storm, he most likely got all excited and said, 'Finally! I can finally show off how kick ass this Hummer is and not look like a dickweed driving it around the city on bare pavement! Everyone's going to be all, 'Sheeeit, I wish I had a Hummer today. Like that guy. He was so smart and justified in buying a Hummer even though he looks like jerk driving a hard core jungle terrain vehicle on smooth city pavement the other 364 days of the year. '
Yeah, only no. Storm: 1, Hummer: 0.
Anyway, I went out and shoveled the five car driveway a second time and by the time I got to the end, I had to shovel out the porch, the two walkways, and the back deck a second time. My left wrist was aching by this point and I could barely lift the shovel anymore and I have muscles I never knew I had because I hurt in strange places.
The first thing I did when I got up this morning was to check the driveway situation and it has to be shoveled again. The second thing I did was to check for the footprints of the stray cat Balboa who didn't come to eat yesterday or stay in the shelter I set up for him, and he still isn't willing to battle the snow to come here because the deck is still paw print free, and I'm just hoping he's got decent shelter and food somewhere else. Here's a good example of how it would be great if cats could talk. He could tell me that someone else was feeding him better food than I do, and providing a superior crib, so I wouldn't spend so much time worrying about him.
Someone was willing to fork over $49 for a pure merino French beret I knit and stuck on my etsy store because I don't suit hats but wanted to knit a cute French beret which featured a braid along the edge. It always surprises me when someone forks over almost $50 for something like a pair of my mittens but I'm glad that there are people out there who go, 'I am so buying this pair of mittens for $50 which are exactly like the pair Bella wore in the Twilight movie!' And I'm all 'Yay! I made money off the Twilight movie that I never even saw!'