Winter has finally arrived in my neck of the woods. It took me an hour to shovel the driveway this afternoon, which is actually a good thing, because it means I got some exercise. I have a much harder time motivating to go for walks when it is cold out. Mind you, once I get going, I invariably enjoy myself, no matter the weather, but like I said, I have motivational issues. You could even say I am motivationally challenged.
I shoveled my car,too, in addition to the driveway. There was just way too much snow for a puny little brush. I didn’t touch SodaBoy’s car, though, because he can get a little uppity about scratches and such. He came out and brushed it off himself when I was almost done with the driveway. Of course, then I had to shovel all around his car again (we really got quite a bit of snow).
Strange little snow removal detail… when the city plowed the street this morning, they only did a narrow landing strip down the center of the road, leaving about six or seven feet on either side unplowed. Normally, I shovel through the plow crap all the way to the street, just to have a clear opening. But after shoveling four feet of road, I started to feel like an ass and threw in the towel. This is the first big snowstorm we’ve had since living here, so I’m hoping this isn’t how they routinely do things in this part of town. I’ve been scoping out the neighbors and their shoveling habits. It’s pretty well split between the OCD types who removed every speck of snow in the vicinity, and those like myself who didn’t shovel the entire street. Along with a few who apparently don't shovel at all.
Onto non-snow-related issues, I had two good things happen today:
1. After I finished shoveling, I convinced SodaBoy to take me out for a milkshake at the neighborhood scoop/sandwich shop. The counter boy looked at me like I was batshit when I ordered my milkshake. Yeah, I know, it’s cold outside. But I’m all warmed up from shoveling, and I’m wearing a down coat and a wool hat and leather gloves, and I’m not cold, and I’ve been craving one all week, so make with the milkshake already. No, I don't want chili. I want a freaking milkshake! Mmmm, milkshake. We also stopped on the way home and got SodaBoy some cough syrup.
2. I got a call from a prospective employer this morning, and we set up an interview for Monday.
Clever of me to save the best for last, huh? Wish me luck.