Clearing Snow

So as I was finishing up my last blog I thought I would share this story.

The Tuesday after Christmas it was snowing really bad.  It was the really wet slushy kind.  I had drive down to my parents.  My dad was at work and the driveway really needed cleared.  I volunteered.  Someone really should talk me through these decisions before I make them.

I don't own boots or shoes that aren't slip ons so I pulled on my mom's boots (with no socks) that were a couple sizes too big.  Then I put on my grandma's old yellow fleece and the little gloves that don't really do anything if they get wet. 

I then trudge out to the garage to turn on the snow blower.  Yeah, not smarter than the snow blower.  I called my dad who was at work and he walks me through how to start it.  Why don't they make those like cars with a key.  It took a little bit but finally, after filling up the gas, it stays running.  Now it is time to get to work. 

I don't know how to describe this process.  At first I am thinking this is great and even fun.  That lasts until I have to back up the snow blower.  I didn't know it has a reverse option so I was pulling backwards.  I know I looked like an idiot.  I kept trudging along as my mom's boots were leaking water and my gloves were wet.  Then my favorite part happened.  I fell.  Shocker I know.  I was trying to push it up the driveway and struggling and my feet decided to go the opposite direction.  Smack.  I hit the slushy pavement hard.  I still have a bruise today and was not able to kneel for a long time.  I wanted to quit but I still had half a driveway to complete.  So I hurried up and finished.
 
So as I was walking in my mom opens the door and the first thing I say is "I only fell once." I think that was an accomplishment.  Then I looked in the mirror.  This is what I looked like.  Guess I should have worn a better coat and a hat.