After the storm, we had to shovel out "Red Truck" and "Smokey" and Lane's Explorer, too.
Frann and I built a fire to keep warm outside, then went in the house and made hot chocolate to warm up inside:
Then ... I went home and the fun began. I couldn't even get in the front door:
The snow was two feet deep in my driveway, at least three feet deep at the edge of the road, and NOTHING -- absolutely NOTHING -- in my side and back yards. I have a Toro power shovel that was useless in this stuff. It was powdery, not snowman making snow, but heavy anyway. And they plowed right up onto my front lawn. WHY? Well, I was to find out soon enough.
I started what I thought was going to be an impossible task. What the hell; I had all week.
And then my savior showed up. My knight in shining armor. It was Jeff, the guy who plows for the mobile park I live in. He said that he felt bad for me because he plowed me in. I offered him $20, telling him that I could never do this on my own, but he wouldn't take it. What a sweetheart! THANK YOU, JEFF!
And here is my front yard after all the work was done:
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