Andy took the first shot. Before the snow even began he blasted the driveway with a healthy heaping of salt rocks, lowering its freezing temperature if and when the wet stuff began to fall. And fall it did, for what felt like forever. In the fourth largest single-snowfall on record for Albany, we got about two feet of the wet and white stuff in a little over a day. The state of New York directed all its non-essential employees to stay home (the vast majority of us).
Our winter plow guy had to make numerous passes to keep up with what was in our driveway, but just as he was finishing up the final clean-up, I had to pull out to go to work, so one corner of snow remained for when I got home from work. Just as Andy was about to go out to take care of it, I put on a hat and coat and beat him to it, because the only thing that’s going to get us through this winter – and any winter – is teamwork. He took the first watch, and I took the second.
By the way, shoveling is excellent exercise, if it doesn’t kill you.
As of this moment, I’m still here.
And it’s almost pretty enough to be worth it.
Almost.
