fat girl, shoveling

Monday night the anticipated blizzard arrived. Well, sort-of.  We didn't get two feet of snow. We got about a foot, another inch or three of sleet, and then freezing rain because what is a storm without it. Right?

I shoveled for about three hours and barely walked a mile. I was exhausted when I came in. And pissed at the roomie. She declared she was "tired" (from knitting all day), "cold" (from sitting all day), and when was I starting dinner?

Some days I just want to... well you know.

I decided to take a selfie while shoveling. The scarf eventually came off. It was a PIA.

 This was taken about 8 am. It had been sleeting since about 5. The freezing rain had just begun.

This was at about 2 pm. Clearly the snow came back and we got a lot more snow.  It's about knee height.

One thing I know for sure. Wellies are not warm. Even with boot socks on.

I decided I'm getting to old for this crap. I'm thinking about buying a snow blower for these big snows. Then I can blow the alley and get my car out. The city finally came in the wee hours of Thursday morning.

Maybe by Saturday the streets will be walkable again. Right now, pedestrians are still in the streets. Maybe I'll go on the D&L snow shoeing.