Part of my driveway, cleared of snow. |
It seems that where I live there should be something called suburban effect snow because no matter how much the forecasters in Philadelphia—just twenty miles to my east—say will fall in this region, the reality in my suburb is significantly more. Today, they called for two inches. I got around five.
Not that I'm complaining. I shoveled. All of it. Edge to edge. I followed that by sweeping. It took about two hours because I did it slowly. The distraction of using my body was a welcome one, especially knowing that in a couple of months, after I've had my right leg amputated near the hip, I will never shovel snow again.
Of course, even with the leg gone, it's probable that I'll never see snow again either thanks to the sarcoma I have growing in my lung which, if not removable (I'll find out January fourth), will kill me pretty fast.
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