Well it was pretty cold when I woke up this morning and it was 0 degrees on our outdoor thermometer. I checked email while our freshly ground Dunkin Donuts coffee was brewing. I could hear the wind whistling thru the trees as the sun shone through the window.

I waited for a couple of hours hoping it would warm up so I could brave the cold. I put on my ski mask, gloves and heavy coat and doubled up on the fleece shirts.

We received about another 3-4 inches of snow but it was a little crusty on top and it was heavier than I thought it would be.

Monika came out about a half hour later and helped me. She doesn’t usually shovel as she is apprehensive about slipping and breaking her already broken ankle that she broke 3 years ago. Her son Marty came out about a half hour after that and helped finished the rest of the clean up.

I have been shoveling all the storms over the last 17 years with a shovel. I can count maybe on one hand the times we have had Marty come in and plow. I remember a few years ago we had so much snow Mr. Pitman came down and pushed the snow banks back because I couldn’t throw the snow high enough.

Maybe it’s time to get a snow blower.