Well, the moment of truth has come and gone, and I just couldn’t shovel out Patty’s car: couldn’t even shovel my way to it. We had some freezing rain on top of the snow, and it made the snow very, very heavy.
My wife, my editor, and my neighbor all warned me off taking on this job, so that was a vote of 3-0, the nays have it. I did try, but thought it wise not to try too hard.
I love snow, but this is too much of a good thing. How we’re going to get out to buy groceries is a mystery to me.
Once upon a time, I could’ve done it: twenty years ago or so. Oh, to be 50 again.
Can’t get my blog views up, either. *Sigh*
These days, I find myself saying, “Oh, to be 75 again!”
But I’m glad you didn’t push yourself too far.
I took heed of those warnings not to overdo it.
Better safe than sorry.
Seems we have a lot to deal with these days. A friend who is the same age as I, always says, “getting old is not for sissies” and in my case, that is very true. So many things I could do so easily just a few years ago and totally out of the question now. sighhhh
Yikes that must mean there’s a lot of snow
The most we’ve had in years.,.
Wow