Yikes, that was some nasty stuff. The snowblower refused to move the stuff down at the end of the driveway. I am seriously very lucky that my back isn’t broken from the effort to remove the snow from the driveway. Heavy isn’t the word for it. I eventually just put the snowblower away because it wasn’t doing much for me. The slush was basically gurgling up over the top of the blower back onto the ground in a new location.
Junior was ever so slightly more helpful this time around. He had a little wagon and he was taking lumps of “coal” to the “garbage factory”.
Me: So wait, it’s a factory that makes garbage?
Him: Ya, the dumptrucks come and get it.
Hey, it made shovelling interesting anyway.
