Day 136 — The storm of the winter finally arrived today. On Friday, predictions were already calling for two to three feet of snow by the end of the day. My company decided yesterday to close for the storm. This afternoon, they decided to open late tomorrow.
The storm got so bad that DOT called the snow plows off the highways because of extreme whiteout conditions. I shoveled for two and a half hours this morning, and when I went out, the snow was up to my knees.
I shoveled for another two and a half hours tonight, and at that point, the piles of snow were substantially taller than I. I’m done. Time to move out of Maine…
I finally got a snow day, Modern Philosophers, and I spent most of it shoveling an ungodly amount of snow. Ferris Bueller would not be impressed by how I spent my day off.
I did manage to write my last batch of jokes for this week’s taping of The Nite Show, and I finally put together a formal proposal for the show I’m pitching to the network, but other than that, I was a mover of snow all day.
When I went out to shovel at 4:15, there was no indication at all that I’d already spent two and a half hours shoveling this morning. There were piles of snow so high in my yard that I could have mistaken them for mountains.
I seriously wanted to cry at that point.
My Post Traumatic Snow Disorder, which I thought I had in check, finally reared its ugly head. I spent most of the last hour mumbling to myself about how much I hate snow, winter, Maine, city snow plows, and mashed potatoes (all the snow reminded me of that once beloved side dish).
I didn’t sit down to dinner until 7:30, my back is killing me, my legs and arms are sore, and I just want to find a country that has banned snow and offers an open door policy for refugees from Maine.
I’m really too tired to write, and all I’d be doing is whining and moaning about how horrible this blizzard was (there’s got to be at least two feet of snow out there).
I took a lot of photos, so let me have them tell the story of my day. If anyone wants to take in a Modern Philosopher on the run from winter, please let me know…
That’s a standard sized snow shovel, not a toy one for digging in the sand at the beach. Look at how tall that mountain of snow is. I was shoveling the driveway and then hurling the snow over that mountain and into the backyard. No wonder I’m in so much pain!
There are more photos, but sharing them is depressing me. I need to get my mind off this snow and onto something else.
Not much of a snow day, but at least I didn’t have to drive in it!
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