Snowmageddon: The Final Mile

I spent at least two hours over the course of yesterday cleaning up after Saturday’s blizzard. Pretty standard stuff: driveway, stairs, walkway, sidewalk. (Tremendous props to my neighbor and her Ariens.)

The problem is that I live in a house on the corner of a busy street, and the plows always choose my corner to deposit huge mounds of plowed, compacted snow right at the end of my sidewalk.

This time, the mound was at least five feet tall.

I took it on this morning and won, so that the kids walking home after school today won’t have to walk in the street like they did early this morning. It took me about twenty minutes and was exponentially more difficult than the two hours I spent shoveling yesterday.

So I hope they’re grateful, but suspect they’ll walk in the street anyway.