This is what I woke up to this morning… That’s the view out of our back window.
According to my wife, I apparently, to my own benefit, slept through the snow plow driving by at 3:17 am. That’s not usually the case.
Now, you don’t think that I’m about to go out there and shovel my walk, do you? On a Sunday?
Opera-goers do not shovel on Sunday.
And who could forget that we hire out the task of picking up our fallen leaves?
Obviously, we’re too “well-off”, now that we’re debt free, to shovel our own snow…
Can you imagine actually being like that? I certainly can’t.
Now it’s not a lot of snow, maybe 3 inches, but it was our first accumulation of the season.
I was actually pretty excited to get out there and shovel — using my favorite shovel that was doomed to plaster duty just last month. I’ve missed that shovel — for snow NOT plaster.
Twenty minutes later, the walk and the driveway were clear.
As I said, it wasn’t a lot of snow, but I’m glad my first snow shoveling expedition of the season wasn’t one of those monster three hour projects at the crack of dawn before a long day at work.
That’s never the way to start a day.
Neither is being awoken by a passing snow plow at 3:17 am.
Thankfully, neither happened today.