We have 15 inches of snow here. These days, there are no kids knocking on the door asking if they can shovel snow for money. I wish there were. I did plenty of it when I was young, and it was a good way to make some extra bucks. I think those days are gone. Even the kid next door, who is a scout didn't offer. I heard him whining while "assisting" his parents with their own driveway. After waiting until late yesterday for the big plow to show up, to clear the subdivision, we went out together at four in the afternoon. Everyone was out moving the white stuff around, from here to there, so they could move cars out of garages, and keep walkways and front porches clear. It was a task that we could not ignore.
I shoveled steady for about ninety minutes. The snow was hard due to all the sleet on snow. Then, I just told hubby I needed a break. I wasn't tired, so much as wet and cold. I came in and he continued on. About another hour later, I went out again to help him. Together we got about 80% of the job done by seven o'clock. We cleared enough to get one car out of the garage. The street was by no way cleared, just swiped a couple times. But, we did have to make a trip to the store to find the basics like milk and bread, etc. We came back home to find that the driveways were nearly plowed "back in" again. I just backed up a bit, and floored it, and drove right through about a foot of loose snow.
Today, I'm actually not feeling it too badly...just a bit stiff. This surprises me, since I basically have a desk job, and quite frankly do not get enough physical exercise these days. And, they always warn folks not to over-do because it could bring on a heart attack. Aside from a few blisters, we are none the worse for our efforts. In fact, I feel really great today, and I slept like a log last night.