I first heard mention of it on Tuesday. "We'll be getting some snow... maybe a foot," they said. Spike and I made plans to get some "supplies" on Wednesday after work to avoid the crowds on Thursday. "It could be two feet," they said on Wednesday. The stores were crowded, but our ingredients for mac n cheese and five bottles of wine were obtained without issue. By Thursday, words like "epic" and "historic" were tossed around. I was encouraged to work at home the next day and Spike heard rumors of his work closing entirely. We watched the Governor's press conference in the evening and received notice of the closures of both the Broad and MIT not long after. We were officially hunkering for the "storm of the century" and felt like giddy school kids looking forward to a snow day!
Friday morning we woke to a dusting of snow covering the ground. We took a walk to the shops in Greenwood to buy the papers and a hot cocoa. Soon after we got back, the snow started... light at first and then progressively heavier. We hunkered and caught up on our DVRed shows. We had one of the bottles of wine and started watching ridiculous news coverage. To avoid feeling like our house was going to come crashing down around us during the night, I went to bed.
The snow arrived overnight on Friday, just as promised. I could see drifts as high as our front porch from the cozy cocoon of our house. I did some yoga to stretch my back and shoulders for the marathon shoveling session that was to follow. Around 9 am I braved the wind and snow and ventured out.
The final tally was 27.5 inches in Wakefield, but I didn't want to wait for the rest of it to fall to start shoveling it. We had moved the car into the garage on Thursday night, so the vast expanse of driveway was fully covered with snow. The garage looked so far away... sad and lonely at the back of the house.
Spike soon joined me and we shoveled and shoveled and sweat and sweat.
Soon we reached the front porch.
Once we cleared that off, we started on the narrow part of the driveway, where Spike created huge banks of snow that would leave little room for the car to pass.
Once we reached the back door, we were faced with even higher drifts.
Little by little, we worked our way to the garage, and before long, we turned to face the most gorgeous sight imaginable.
After some well deserved horseplay and lounging in the snow, we went in to warm up.
The sun came out on Saturday afternoon and we went outside again to admire our handy work and the beautiful sunset.
We played some more in the snow and I showed my usual coordination by falling flat on my face.
I don't feel too bad though because I was exhausted. I know I'm not the first homeowner to have to shovel her driveway after a storm, but perhaps before the next blizzard we'll invest in a snowblower!
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