dam it

I finally motivated myself to finish shoveling the driveway last night, or rather the snow dam at the end of the driveway that the car bottomed out on when we went over it motivated me. It was rather thrilling to get a running start and fishtail through the deepest stuff but when the thought crossed my mind that I might have to dig my car out of the snow at the end of my own driveway, the potential for embarrassment made me grab a shovel as soon as I got out of the car and start to slowly chip away at it. There was at least a good half-hour’s work there, as it had been soaked through with freezing rain the day before, then frozen into blocks that would have made good igloo building blocks. If I’d had all night and was still about ten or twelve years old, there’d have been a snow fort at the end of my driveway.