I saw an opportunity for some outdoor exercise this morning. After sizing up the drifts in our driveway, I turned on a movie for the kids, laid a blanket atop of my napping Knight in Shining Armor, bundled myself up and clomped outside.
There were several thigh-high drifts, which required more muscle than I'm made of to break through. I left those alone and scraped off the snow valleys, pushing a nice clear patch behind my car. Feeling pride in my accomplishment, I made a small walkway that would certainly please our Mail Carrier.
My body was getting a little worn out, but I was feeling so great...think of how much work I was saving my husband! He would be so pleased with me as well. However, the noise I was making scraping off the front steps woke him from his cat nap, and he RUSHED out to rescue me. He was aghast that I was shoveling, and was even more upset that our neighbor was working his way across our front walk with his snow blower. In my mind, said neighbor was doing us a kind-neighborly deed...while in my husband's mind, our neighbor saw a woman shoveling and was coming to the rescue himself. (We are wired so differently)
It all ended well. I got to enjoy sitting on a cleared front step and watching as my Knight shoveled through those huge drifts and cleared the remainder of the drive. My hero. :)
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