A few days ago MPR News posted this as a status update on Facebook:
They weren't kidding. The next morning I woke up to this...
after our 6 billionth snowstorm of this winter. Actually, I exaggerate. There have not been 6 billion snowstorms because snowstorms can only happen if the weather is above absolute zero, and the weather has not been above absolute zero very much since November, but when it IS above absolute zero, we have a snowstorm.
I wouldn't say that I am a winter person, by any means, but I can usually roll with it. Not this time though. After the latest shitstorm I felt like I was going to have a panic attack and I just had to GET OUT! Mitch and the kids and I went and shoveled. It was really hard, not because the snow is very heavy or anything, but because the banks are so high, it's hard to throw the snow over the top of them. They are over my head.
This is the path going to the driveway. When I am standing on the deck, looking to the left, I can't see the cars in the driveway because the snowbanks are so high. The next picture is the house to driveway view.
The snow is up to the branches on that tree that I have been trying desperately to keep alive for the last several years. I hope this isn't what finally kills it. I love that tree. Can you see the cars? Me neither.
Yesterday Mitch had to go on the roof to shovel the snow off because the chimney was buried and the furnace stopped working because of it. Awesome!!! He said it was hard to do because the snow didn't avalanche off like you'd expect. It was stiff and frozen and every last granule had to be lifted and thrown. Now the chimney is free but the furnace still isn't working.
I feel like Laura Ingalls Wilder, but I don't think she drank quite as much. She should have. The Little House on the Prairie would have been easier to cope with if she had.