Last week, we were enjoying the winter thaw with 45 degree sunny days. I hesitantly welcomed the weather, knowing that winter would rear its snowy head. And then it came. Winter storm watch, then warning, and then -- a blizzard warning. Strong winds, blowing snow, yada yada yada.
Friday, the forecasted 1-2 inches turned into six. We shoveled three times just to keep ahead of it. We even pushed a car out Saturday morning. The rest of the day was calm until the thundersnow started. It was windy, snowy, but not too much accumulation. Every now and then, we'd hear a vehicle drive by, most often a truck from the dairy. But then as we were heading to bed, one car was desperately trying to get out of its parking spot. Back and forth, we could almost smell the tires burning from our room.
The next morning, I was heading out to shovel the new snow. There were some steps in the snow on our porch from what I thought was from the paper delivery. But there was no paper. And the car was gone. good for him I thought. I turned to grab th shovel from where we left them on the porch. One was gone. And that's when it hit me. That jackass took our shovel. And it was the good one with the metal edge.
Shoveling the snow was a pain in the ass. Heavy, wet, and already packed down from some walkers (Just how early do people get up when everything is canceled?), the snow really didn't feel like moving easily. And while I was out there, it started raining. So now I'm soaked, tired and pushing as much water around as snow. And then the shovel I'm using cracks. Sonofabitch. I just hope the jackass intends to return our shovel to the porch.