Although it seems like the storm of a lifetime, this snowstorm was only the 5th biggest in recorded MN history. Today I found myself extremely thankful for an able-bodied husband who started shoveling first thing in the morning, and didn't stop until we had a driveway again - and we could actually leave our house. After the snowplows passed through several times (around 3:30am, baby Kate and I witnessed it), we had huge piles to remove at the end of the driveway. Jerod was actually just picking up the chunks of snow and throwing them on top of the 7 foot (and growing) mounds of snow.



(Forgive the blurriness of some of these photos. It was a bit difficult to get a good shot without actually setting down my cappuccino and going outside - that would have just been crazy. I mean, it was COLD out there!)
When I saw our neighbors across the street, I got very jealous and was praying that they'd come over and help my husband.
For all our warm-weather readers, this is called a snow blower or snow thrower, because it does just that - it blows and throws - and it's a thing of beauty.
And it makes all your shoveling neighbors look pathetic. So pathetic, that if you have half a heart, you would come over and help a brother out, even if you've barely ever talked to those neighbors. Like this wonderful man who lives across the street.
He just came right over, cleared the rest of the driveway, then left.
Guess we should probably learn his name...especially now that we know he owns a snowblower.












