All told, the snowstorm dumped about 16 inches of fluffy white
happiness in our yard. After putting off his pleas to play until after
the heaviest bands of snow passed through the area, Robby and I bundled
up and set out into the white abyss. The first item on his agenda,
shoveling Mr. Bill's walkway, was accomplished in record time. I have to
admit I was surprised how quickly he was shoveling, but I suppose the
reward of sledding was enough motivation to get the job done.
Scott
hopped on the tractor almost as soon as he woke up, anxious to start
clearing as much snow as possible. Thankfully, he didn't delay the chore
because the depth was nearly too much for the little John Deere to
handle. After some trial and error, he was finally able to clear our
driveway. As soon as he broke through the imposing mound of snowplow
pushed snow, he drove his tractor up the street and freed all of our
neighbors. It took him a few hours, but I know that he made everybody
happy.
After Mr. Bill's walkway was
shoveled, Robby and I spent almost two hours playing outside. Between
the pregnancy, the depth of the snow (which made it laborious to try to
walk) and my cold, I was barely able to keep up with him. Of course, he
had the fun part of sledding (going downhill) while I was stuck with the
Sherpa duty of hauling the sled back up the hill. Although I
thoroughly enjoyed my time with him, I was elated when I saw his friend
trudging down the street towards our house. I was summarily dismissed to
go inside to bake cookies and make hot chocolate almost as soon as his
friend arrived. In this situation, I was thrilled to be displaced!
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