Now That's Snow

Monday night into Tuesday we got about 6 inches of snow. Thus it was my job, as MotH (Man of the House) to get up early, cast the proper incantations to get the snowblower working [really; it's magical; it only starts for me], and clear the driveway and sidewalk.

Does that sound like a chore?

[It will be, young Skywalker, it will be. Come January, it will always feel like a chore....]

But not yet. This first snow was light and fluffy. The wind was also light (but not fluffy [well, until I blew snow into it; then the wind was fluffy, too, I guess.]) The morning was in the 'teens above. I listened to Christmas music during the process. It was pretty nice. All in all, it was a fine experience. Refreshing. And productive.

(Not at all like work. [But I don't blog about work.])

Then, after a shower, I headed out to my car to find that ...

The snowplow was in my cul-de-sac and had just created the notorious 18-inch ridge of snow at the end of my driveway!

I just blasted my little Elantra through it and went to work. I was not about to allow a silly plow to ruin my satisfaction over a job well done.

Gotta love winter!

['Cuz if you don't, and you live in Minnesota, you'll go crazy. Or to Arizona. Whichever is worse.]