It’s So Deep I Need A Shovel

Okay, I admit it…I’m not in the shape I used to be. I think that’s probably one of the main reasons for this blog and the experiment I’m trying to attach to it. So earlier tonight I decided I had to do something physical. It had been a long time coming. I looked the Sweet Roast deep into her eyes. I marveled at how they twinkled when I said the phrase ‘I need to get physical’ and I noticed how the light danced along the long silky strands of her hair. It was the magical moment that led me outside to shovel the driveway. I had discussed it with Sweet Roast the night before and instead of doing it, we played a board game. Hey, it got my mind off of being chunky and got my mind thinking about words I don’t normally use unless it includes a triple word score. So I tackle the driveway. In actual fact, it’s more like a postage stamp sized end of the driveway where we wedge two vehicles between fences. Typically I keep this spot clear of snow, but this Winter I basically let Mother Nature take care of it. So far, she has done a great job of keeping it full of snow, so with a hard, crusty layer of frozen rain on top of what was easily a few inches of snow, I picked the right time to shovel. Add to that the fact that it’s evening and my only source of light is a street lamp across the road and that the local municipal road crew had plowed the street a few hours before. Did I mention the light rain falling? Anyway, I’m no dummy. I know this is going to be heavy snow and slow going, so I arm myself with two shovels and examine the target. I decide to bust up some of the road crew’s work first and then clear out where I usually park my car. I thought once I could park it in its usual place, I’d just shovel around it. Being careful not to overdo it, I take many short breaks to give my back a rest. I soon discover the end of the driveway where we park is a little larger an area than I thought it was. I move some snow here and push some over there. I get enough cleared to park the car, so I get in, drive it into place and decide on a new plan of attack. I discover I’m much more out of shape than I thought I was. I’m sweating, breathing heavy and not enjoying this chore anymore. I end up backing the car up and moving it forward. I back it up again and move it forward just to the right of where it was before. I repeat the process until I’ve packed down most of the snow in the driveway. The job is soon completed and I’m still sweating and breathing heavy. I get out of the car, admire my work and call it a night.