We had about 2″ of snow last night. I know because I took a metal ruler out to the path this morning and measured it. Of course, the poodles went mad and Carmen spent far too long rolling in it. With no more snow forecast, it’s now going to turn to slush very quickly so we went for an early walk. Well, early for a Sunday, anyway.
Lots of families with kids on sleds, wearing bright colours so as to be easily found in the snow. Here’s one wandering off home. Her mother said she has a strong independent streak and had had enough of the snow.
Screw you guys, I'm going home
I realised my mistake in wearing wellies far too late to change them. Rubber is not a very good insulator ensuring that my toes were frozen by the time we returned home. Then, like the good neighbour I am, I took the shovel outside and cleared our drive and the path outside our house.
Actually, it was because I almost slipped over a few times and I remember last time how treacherous the ice was after the snow started freezing. Each time I started slipping, I felt a twinge in my right wrist. Fortunately I remained standing.
After shovelling out the front, I cleared the path out the back as this, too, was starting to get a bit slippy. What a joy! The last time I tried to clear snow, my efforts resulted in, what looked like, a luge channel. The path makes it so much easier. How could anyone not love our path?
Being a Sunday means, of course, it’s a day of rest, so I spent a lot of it doing family history research. I haven’t touched it for ages which means a bit of a refresh first…just to see what I was up to last time. I am stuck on the Cornish policeman who went to France in the mid 1800s. Very annoying.
Also, I need to apologise…sort of. A slide guitar isn’t a type of guitar but, rather, a style of playing a guitar. There’s a wiki article on it here, which I’m sure Mirinda will be interested in.
After our walk
Just shows how much your wrist has improved if you can shovel a path of snow. Great physio.