“Let’s go for a walk,” Lloyd said.
“It will be relaxing,” Lloyd said.
“We’ll take pictures of the snow for a post,” Lloyd said.
So, we did. Bundled up in the super-insulated Eddie Bauer coats of yore (they’re so warm, they must be made of penguins), we took the camera outside. It’s blizzard-y, but we were up for adventure.
Yeah.
Two blocks away from our house some poor kid was stuck at a stop sign. A delivery guy was trying to push him out, so we went over to help.
Bam! On my first push I slipped and hit my mouth on the trunk. Now I have a fat lip.
Delivery Guy had to go, um, make deliveries, but fortunately Drunk Guy arrived to give some assistance – well-peppered with wise old swears. “Turn to the right, d*mmit! Think you’d never driven in snow before.” He was great fun.
Poor Kid decided, after his verbal beating, to just back down the three-block hill and try another street. We bid him well, walked home, and shoveled the driveway. (4th time today)
After shoveling, we noticed that Poor Kid and Other Dude were both stranded. We walked down to help, and met Nice Guy. Nice Guy, Poor Kid and Lloyd pushed Other Dude safely on his way, then went to Poor Kid’s car. Luckily, Drunk Guy showed up. (Turns out he’s Nice Guys’ father-in-law.)
Blah, blah, blah – pushed Poor Kid to safety, helped Drunk Guy shovel his driveway so he could park, and came home….
to a half-inch of snow on the driveway we just shoveled.
Gotta love winter.