The wet snow is tough to move whether by shovel or snow-blower. The machine packs the heavy slush into the chute, often blocking the output. (As a side note, we spent several hundred dollars getting the snow blower repaired after a storm in December. Within 10 minutes, the machine was tilting to the side because of a flat tire. We'll see about getting solid rubber tires.)
So, after an hour of shoveling, it was wonderful to get back inside and into dry clothes. Once again, I'm deeply grateful that I don't have to work outside.
On this day in 1990, we had a mild day:
Happy 18th Birthday, Michael Francis.
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