In a little while, for the fourth day in a row, I'm going to go and scrape/blow out our driveway and sidewalk. Two days ago it was this heavy sleet slop. After awhile my snowblower just went on strike, quit, went kaput, refusing to work in those conditions. I dug out about a foot of plow-flung wet slop at the foot of our driveway and scraped the rest clean, knowing that if I didn't do it, it would freeze later and make everything completely treacherous.
Yesterday it was just snow, the regular kind. But since we'd already gotten so much snow, there was no good place to blow/throw a lot of it. It was also blowing so hard that by the time I'd finished, there was new snow covering most of the area I'd cleared. In areas where it is cleared, you can see the layers of all the different accumulations: light, melted, heavy, light.
And now, today, there's 8 more inches of snow covering the already huge mess out there. Our backyard terracing is now invisible, there's so much snow. I'm on my second gallon of gas/oil for the snowblower, and my arms are getting pretty developed from the lifting and pushing. This surely is an old-fashioned Michigan winter, the kind I remember from my childhood, complete with adult-sized snowbanks.
I know March is supposed to come in like a lion and out like a lamb, but all I have to say is that lamb better be nice and soft, fluffy and cuddly, because this lion is pretty ferocious.
Addendum (3/7/07): Yesterday I fell twice on the silty snow-covered ice, knocking my skull and back and wrenching my arm. This morning I skidded while backing up the car and slid into a snowbank. It took about 20 minutes of digging and a helpful passerby with a truck and a pull to get me out. Have I mentioned how much I &^%$#@ hate winter? I &^%$#@ hate winter. It can end any day now.