I did not make my Tired Tuesday post yesterday, because I was, you guessed it, tired. I actually did less Tuesday than I did on Monday. Monday I cleared my driveway twice. By “cleared my driveway” I mean I took off the top layer of fluffy stuff and cleared the plow pile-up as best I could. Also I did a shovel-width on my front walk, in consideration of pedestrians, who usually end up walking in the road anyways, but I can’t help that.
For anybody not in the area, I just mention in passing that the Mohawk Valley has been pummeled with snow and ice since… I was about to say Saturday, but it got bad before Saturday. Things were also bad on Thursday, because my rehearsal was cancelled (regular readers may remember I am in a play at Ilion Little Theatre), but I can’t remember other than that. Listen to me whine. I’m in a house with power, sipping hot tea while my furnace works away, and I don’t have to go to work. Let’s count our blessings, shall we?
This was in March 2017, but you get the picture.
I throw in a picture to pep things up. My deck actually looks different now, because I did not put the things on it away in the fall. In my defense, my life fall apart in 2023 and I have not yet picked up all the pieces. The ones I do pick up, I keep dropping. I do not mean this as more whining; only, I try to cut myself a break sometimes instead of beating myself up, which has ever been my habit.
On the other hand, some might argue I deserve, maybe not a beating, but perhaps a stern talking to sometimes. For example, Monday and yesterday I toiled mightily trying to get the ice off my front steps, at least for a wide enough space for me and the mailman to get up and down safely. In my head I kept saying, “2005, Cindy. You’ve had since 2005!” 2005 was when we moved in and had the porch roof replaced. Steven and I are (were) big porch sitters. The roof fellow did not put the gutter back. I felt sure we could do it. Perhaps we could have. Perhaps I still can. These thoughts did me no good as I managed to clear some for the ice.
I was relieved there was no mail on Monday. Tuesday when I heard the mailman, I stuck my head out the door, quickly remembered I was in slippers and the porch was covered in snow, craned my neck around the door and asked were the steps OK and assured the mailman I tried, I tried! He said I did great and it was a losing battle. I thought that was very nice of him, because I really had not cleared all that wide a space, and his feet are bigger than mine.
Somebody got some fun out of the snow!
I close with a jolly picture, to give us cheerful thoughts. It has not been warm enough for snowman building, and the wind chill has been prohibitive, but weather changes eventually. If I manage to build a snowman, I will certainly write a blog post about it. Once again, I thank you for tuning in.
Mohawk Valley Girl 