in the midst of shoveling the equivalent of 35 jobba the huts in snow yesterday, i found a few minutes to make a mini-snowman with cade. he named him apple (i guess caedmon's a huge coldplay fan). here he is:
and now i'm tired, like a toyota mechanic. but the snow is stopped, and (i kept thinking as i launched shovel-loads of heavy duty industrial-strength snow) at least i have a driveway to shovel - a driveway which leads to a nice warm house that protects me from all these inches of snow and howling winds. i am blessed indeed, so no complaints from me. even if my muscles feel worse than lindsey vonn's.