It is day five of the Nor'easter. Day two of the cleanup. Or is it three? They are all blending together.
Sunday, Monday and Tuesday it snowed. Monday I cleaned up three times. Tuesday I cleaned up twice. And the snow continued to fall. I had not done in front of the garage. I was hoping for an eager teen to knock on my door. They didn't.
Wednesday the street wasn't plowed ... yet. Nor was the alley. I bit the bullet and shoveled in front of my garage. The drifts were high. It took an hour. Minimum. But I did not shovel out the alley itself like I normally do. There was feet of snow. I was still hoping for the plow. But it never came.
I spent a good deal of yesterday changing appointments for Pat because we couldn't get out.
This morning I woke up, looked out the window and saw macadam. I was excited. I dressed quickly, donned my boots and jacket and headed out the door. I was shocked at what I saw.
When I looked up the hill it was clear sailing all the way. Best plow job in the forty plus years I've lived on this hill. But when I looked straight out there was snow. When I looked down the hill there was even more snow. A big of a wall of snow.
THEY STOPPED PLOWING RIGHT AS THEY GOT TO MY HOUSE!!!!!
I shoveled for about an hour, and didn't make much of a dent. I went in for breakfast. I called Sharon and had her change her eye appointment. There was no way I could take her tomorrow. I figure if I shoveled for an hour, every couple hours, I'd have it done by the end of the weekend. Since afternoons I work. Clearly shoveling snow for money is no longer a teen activity.
I came out a little after 9 and started plugging away. I was making progress. Slow progress, but progress none the less. I told Pat I'd be in in about an hour. That's when my neighbor returned from four days of plowing. He was standing on Bastian street with his hands on his head and that WTF look on his face. I said don't ask me. This is the way I found it. His plan was to snow blow in front of his garage so his wife could get out and then go to bed. He did in front of his garage, and out into the street a bit.
Then he came and helped me. The man has not really slept in four days. He slept in his truck. And ate in his truck. And probably everything else in the truck. And he came to help me. Restored my faith in humanity.
He worked on my snow until only a few inches of the hard stuff remained. It was hard work. He had a huge blower and was working his ass off. I broke it up with the ice chopper, got underneath it with the chopper, and shoveled it away. He headed home to finish the alley by his garage.
Shortly after he left my phone rang. It was Pat. She wanted to know if I was okay and if I was coming it. I was out for over two hours.
Sadly Fillipe's area of the alley is still not done. Maybe I will work a little on it tomorrow. Going down the hill would be nice.
Right now the plan is to walk with Pam in the morning. And snow shoeing on Saturday.
Miles/Steps: 1.8 I worked my ass off for more than three hours. I should have wore it on my arm.
Weather: high 20s, sunny with blue skies.
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