
Yesterday the weatherman forcasted 2 to 4 inches of snow. We ended up with 8. As I was lying in bed, I looked at the clock around 8a.m. and thought it was awfully quiet. Usually by 6 you can hear cars going by in front of our house, but I heard nothing. I got up, put on my robe and looked outside to see all the snow. It was still snowing heavily, the street in front of my house was completely covered, and you couldn't see across the lake at all. With John already gone to work I knew it was going to be my job to shovel the driveway.
My neighbor texted me around 9 and said she had stupidly driven to the gym to teach spin and was nervous about coming home around 11 and was warning me she'd be calling to be frantic about driving. I went out to shovel around 11, took one look at the street and wondered if she'd be able to make it up when she got home. We were texting and she told me she had talked to our landlord and he said he'd come get her, bring her here, snow blow the driveway, and then take her back to her car after he was done. I told her she was nuts to wait and that I'd come get her, but she said she'd just wait for him. An hour later, I told her I was coming to get her. I told her for all we knew he'd end up forgetting her or Lord only knows when he'd come to get her.
So I met her down the street at the gas station where she got in my car, left her car there, and we headed home. I thought for sure I'd be able to get up the street, but I was wrong. Too many people had come up and down who had 4 wheel drive and a van tried with no success which compacted the snow making it impossible for anyone without 4 wheel drive to get up. So I parked my car in the middle of the street, got out, and we contemplated what to do. She said I should wait for Mark and I would have if I knew he was reliable, but he's not. So I figured if we could just shovel a little patch for me to get traction, I'd be able to get the rest of the way up. That didn't work. So we said screw it, and decided we'd shovel the whole damn street up to our driveway. Two paths, one for each tire. We didn't want to do it considering it ISN'T our job and is supposed to be taken care of by our landlord, but as I said, he is completely unreliable. You never know if or when he's going to show up, and I didn't wanna leave my car parked in the middle of the street for God only knows how long.
So we shoveled for maybe an hour or so until we got a path cleared. We were pissed because there was some ass up the street with a snow blower who SAW us out shoveling. He didn't come to help with his snow blower, nor did he ever come to say thank you. It's just so aggravating since everyone on this street is responsible for it, and for us, our landlord is responsible for clearing it...not us, but if Melissa and I ever wanna be able to get up the street and not wait around, we have to do it ourselves.
Here's what we shoveled. We are some bad ass girls! We were pissed we did it, but a little proud that we're strong enough to be able to physically do it all and still function the next day.