I love the snow. Skiing, sledding, even just the beauty of it all. How is it then that the snow can make my life so miserable at times?
Last night I must have shoveled for hours. No matter how much time I spend shoveling snow, I didn't once see bare pavement. My lower back is hurting me like crazy today and all I have to show for it is a frozen-over, super slippery mess of a driveway.
Best of all my neighbor loves to blow his snow all over my already-cleared driveway, not to mention the four-foot pile on my car.
My snowblower is old and barely starts. Really, it's no better than shoveling, so I tend to save the time in trying to start my old snowblower and put it to use elsewhere.