Shoveling is hard work

I now have a new reason to look forward to getting old...

First and foremost, I want to retire somewhere south that doesn’t ever get snow... EVER.

Secondly, if that’s not an option (which it likely won’t be since my 401K says I can retire when I’m 93), then I’ll allow Hubby to buy a snowblower.

I have resisted buying a snow blower out of respect for our checkbook balance. More than that, if it wasn’t for shoveling, I would get absolutely no exercise in the winter.

Shoveling snow is one of those mindless activities that I am exceedingly suited for. It teaches me patience, humility and eventually, a little about chiropractics.

In the meantime Hubby has been on a shoveling hiatus since he injured his knee last spring and the injury reared its ugly head again about a month ago. I’d accuse him of faking it to get out of shoveling if his knee didn’t look like something out of a horror movie minus the blood.

That leaves the shoveling up to me.

Monday morning I awoke to a thick blanket of snow. Aside from creating a colossal mess in my driveway and on my car I refused to be intimidated.

I started out this latest winter storm with good intentions. Inspired by the example set by my snow blowing neighbors, I was determined not to let snow pile up on my driveway.

I decided lunch time would be a good time to shovel. I was still semi-fresh from only a half-day of work under my belt. I started on the top part of my driveway closest to the garage where my car had been parked over night. I figured it would be a good warm up.

Midway through my efforts snot was pouring from both nostrils and I was beginning to sweat. I apologize to my neighbors or any passer-byers who witnessed my farmer blow to clear my sinuses.

I paused to assess my progress. Despite the wheezing and my heart pounding in my chest, half the driveway looked decent and I still had 30 minutes of my lunch break left.

By the time I completed the task over three-quarters of my lunch hour had passed. I was sweaty and thirsty, my hair was damp and I needed to change out of my wet work clothes. On the plus side, my hands and feet had stayed remarkably warm.