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Same dragon, different day.

I was thinking I’d need to shovel a path to the woodpile and the World myself, but Cary and Matt beat me to it. With my sore hands, the chore would have been pretty miserable. My daughter and her sweetie are my heroes.

Update: It’s dark out. Sky is clear, stars like sparkling pinpricks in the night sky. The final, official, inch-count from the National Weather Service: 18 inches of snow in Camino, CA. 

I ended up going out and shoveling snow anyway this afternoon. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to feel the sharp, cold air against my skin and use my muscles. So I shoveled the snow away from the woodpile and then along the front walk and around to the back patio. Took me about an hour and a half, and while my hands hurt while I worked, it was bearable. And tonight, they’re not half bad. Sore, sure. But they always are. I feel good.

3 thoughts on “My heroes

  1. Helen says:

    Lovely!

    I do love snow, although it can get old fast when you’re stuck inside, especially if you live somewhere rural. Last year was the longest and coldest winter I remember, and my parents, sister and I spent numerous days completely snowed in, eating the non-perishables left in our cupboards.

    So nice of your daughter and almost-son-in-law to shovel for you!

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  2. RA Guy says:

    Great photos of the snow – my joints are aching just seeing them!

    Yesterday I was in my tutoring session with my nephew who lives in SF Bay Area, and he was telling me how cold it has gotten the day before. I figured it was the tail end of the front that passed through your area.

    Hope all is well!

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