They said it would be an historic storm, the likes of which we hadn’t seen in years. And it was a biggie.
There was the excitement that always happens here with any weather event. The Captains eagerly watched the weather networks for updates and always had the latest information. We got out candles and flashlights and I promised to wake them up in the night if the power went out.
Dawn brought an abundance of snow – and a sick Captain Alpha. Nemo and the flu were not the ideal way to start a Saturday.
It was one of those days that were just blah, you know?
I was tired from too little sleep, worried about Alpha and not looking forward to shoveling the driveway.
After lunch, I put on the oldest, most mismatched clothes in my closet – the way I do on one of those blah days – and got ready to go.
The snow had piled and drifted in front the door, I had to muscle my way out.
Shovels wouldn’t cut it. It was a job for the big scoop.
I worked. I pushed. I heaved that scoop up over snowbanks and dumped the snow. Then I went back and got some more.
It took an hour to clean the walkway, steps and driveway. At the end I was tired, a bit out of breath – and feeling quite proud of myself.
I was thinking:
I was on my last pass of the driveway when I heard the grumble of the snowplow round the corner.
I stood there helplessly as this happened:
I might have cried a little.
In the end, we managed to dig out. I got a good workout. And Alpha woke feeling better the next day.
So, in hindsight, my blah day wasn’t so bad after all.
Did you get a visit from Nemo last weekend, too?