It’s 6 pm on Wednesday and it’s still snowing. It’s been snowing here since I got up at 6 am. I shouldn’t complain this is New England and it’s indeed the middle of January. When the morning started I was super chipper; I got up earlier then I do most mornings, made bacon with my super beautiful araucana eggs—ya know because snow days call for extra special breakfasts. I got bundled up in long underwear, a wool sweater and my new Pip-Squeak Chapeau neckwarmer I scored on sale at French & Italian. I stepped out at 9 am fully embracing the gorgeous snowstorm.
I shoveled, snapped photos and made a little video. About a 1/2 hour later I got plowed in over my sidewalks and into my gardens. A kind neighbor snowblowed me out around noon (he said anything for a fellow sailor) followed by getting plowed in again at 1. I shoveled again at 3 and then at 5 I got completely plowed in again. I came into the house about a half hour ago stomping off the snow and yelling to Greg: Forget it! My shoveling is pointless! If someone gets caught out in the road because of a mega plow I’m not going to feel guilty! Honestly, I feel really guilty. The plows come barreling up my narrow street and I get really worried walkers won’t have any place to go.
My waistline was probably the only thing that benefited from all the shoveling I did today. I nibbled my way through half a pan of Peanut Butter Crispy Bars I made last night, whoops. Gosh they’re sinfully snow day delicious!