Oh, the SNOW!

We've been snowed on. We were almost snowed in. Almost.

My driveway is a pain when it snows.

Correction: My driveway is a pain for adults when it snows. All of the kids in the neighborhood want to sled down my driveway when it snows. We had a little bit of snow a couple of weeks ago and my sons' friends were calling to see if they wanted to play in the snow.

However, it's a pain to shovel.

On Sunday morning, we woke up to about six inches of new, heavy, wet snow. I figured out that it's easiest to shovel the steep parts by letting gravity do most of the work. I just start shoveling downward and pretty soon, I have a pretty good pile of snow moving pretty quickly to the bottom of the driveway.

That means that I have a LOT of snow to move when the driveway is actually clear, or there won't be any way to get our non-all-wheel-drive vehicles out. The Subaru would love the challenge. The Saturns would scream in terror, probably oiling themselves with angst.

So I used a scoop shovel to throw the piled-up snow to the sides of the driveway.

When we got home from church, an additional two inches of heavy, wet snow had fallen. So I repeated the process.

I don't know if a snow blower is even an option. I'm afraid that I would get it to the bottom of the driveway and it would remain there until Spring, unable to climb back up.

Today, I can point at all of the muscles one uses when shoveling snow. All of them are sore and incapable of moving quickly. If I were in an anatomy/physiology class right now, memorization of muscle groups would be a lot easier. I would simply rank them in order of most painful to least painful.

If, for ANY reason, we're EVER going to have to replace the driveway, I'm installing radiant heating. Maybe when I get older and less able to shovel snow, I'll accidentally jackhammer holes in the driveway.

Then again, maybe I'll to it today.