After a day of being trapped at home by evil snow, I am back! I got up Monday morning to see at least 4 feet of snow on my front porch. Being the pragmatic person I am, I realized that I was going no where for the day, unless I wanted to drag my ass through the snow, and get rid of it manually(which I didn't). I figured that if I just waited the snow would blow away in the 100km/hr winds, and I would be snow free today to just get in my car and zoooom away. Well that didn't happen, and my naivete strikes again. Just before dark last night, I decided that I had to go out and survey the situation. I didn't think that I could handle another day at home with daytime television, and no company other than my cat. So I bundled up in all my winter gear and out into the winter wonderland I went. The snow was so deep outside that I had to crawl on my knees to keep from getting stuck in snow up to my waist. Obviously the snow didn't blow away, much to my chagrin. And as I surveyed the driveway....all I could do was laugh at the situation. It was either waist-high, or knee-high snow all the way to the end. I went back in to contemplate my situation. There really wasn't that much to contemplate....I could just sit in the house and wait for everything to melt enough for me to leave, which would have taken at least until the end of February, if not the beginning of April; or I could shovel it. Sitting around the house for another day was not appealing in the least, so I began to mentally prepare myself to shovel in the morning. As I was preparing, I had a call from E, explaining how she had managed to get her driveway cleared. And her story got my mind spinning about how I could do the same thing. See, this was my plan....I was going to start shoveling from the road, and make my way in towards the front of the driveway. Thus, this way, I had more exposure to the people driving on the road (mainly I was trying to target the trucks with plows on the end). And another key was to look the part of the helpless female. So whenever I heard a car or truck go by I would do my best to look pathetic (which wasn't really that hard, because shoveling is really hard work!). You can imagine my disappointment when my plan didn't work. 3 trucks without a plow and one with a plow had just passed me right by without a second glance in the rearview mirror to see me struggling. This really pissed me off...where was all the neighborly love? Wasn't anyone going to help the poor, weak, defenseless girl get rid of all the snow (forget women's lib for now...I really needed the snow gone)? So being ignored fueled my anger at having to shovel my ENTIRE driveway by myself. The anger was actually quite useful to my productivity, and I actually got more done as a result. But eventually I had to give in, because I couldn't feel my toes, or legs anymore, so I had to go in and defrost before Round Two started. As I was downstairs sitting on the woodstove trying to get my frozen blood to circulate, I heard a strange sound and looked out the window to see snow blowing around in little snow tornadoes. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but it looked as though I was being plowed out! I raced upstairs to see that I was indeed being plowed out. I don't think that I have ever been happier to see the sight of all that snow being effortlessly pushed out of the way by that plow. Hallelujah to the plow! Bearer of Good News, and Beqeather of Freedom! Hail the plow driver!