Wednesday I wanted to tell you about my fun shoveling the snow, but it seams all I do is complain. So I didn’t, but I have to tell you or I’ll explode.
My husband with his hip replacement he shouldn’t be outside shoveling snow so off to work he goes. Mark had school, colleges don’t have snow days. So there I was outside alone shoveling snow.



















For the school bus that pulls in our driveway and has to turns around here too, we need a long wide path. A wheelchair is harder than hell to push in snow. So the driveway needs to be smooth a possible. Most snow removal services want $250 per snowfall to do our big driveway. Sorry we have lots of medical bills and just can’t afford it. They don’t do a good enough job for a wheelchair anyways, so out doors I go.



Bending and lifting snow I am getting tired and my hands and feet are getting wet. Swearing at the passing snowplows helps me to keep going. Mark finally arrives home to help. While shoveling snow at the end of the driveway, Mark slips and falls with his head landing close to the road. I thought his head was going to get run over. Luckily the van did stop but that was enough for me. I quit! Three hours of this shit and we still aren’t close to being done and Tom is in the house wet and needing a feeding.

Thursday when Tom’s bus was trying to leave our driveway it got stuck half in the road and half in the driveway. Traffic was backed up for miles. Just 4 hours later a small car got stuck in the same spot the bus did but heading in the opposite direction. Police cars, tow trucks, flashing lights, stopped traffic.
Today I’m keeping Tom home from school.