"I will write something clever," I said, and then I sat down and my hips began protesting because for the last few days, all I have done is shovel snow. And it's a great workout -- I'll see your Crossfit and raise you a load of packing snow -- but my wrists are sore.
So here: A Snow Day, in Photos.
This morning I came downstairs and discovered water on the counter, dripping in from the top of the windows looking out onto the screened-in porch.
The screens roll down from a box above the window, so any time water gets in a box, you have to worry about rust. |
These windows are in our stairwell which overlooks the porch roof. I did not choose to unscrew the storm windows and force open the casements into the snow. No, I chose to open a bedroom window, put out a stepladder, and hoist myself out and down.
Understand that my hips are wider than the opening. I have spared you all video, though my 12yo son longed to record my contortions as I put my one foot onto the ladder while my other leg was still on the window sill, and the ladder sank into the snow.
And here's that mound. I took a couple of whacks at it before I remembered to get a picture.
"Mom, look up here!" my son yelled from the bedroom, and then he cackled and used my phone against me.
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