Okay, yeah. I have regrets. The regrets have regrets. There is regret all over here.
I apparently didn't really grasp just how much snow anything over a foot is. It's a lot. I think we got around 15". Give or take. It started Sunday morning around 8am and didn't stop until sometime overnight last night. It's miserable. There's not enough room to put it all, and I have no idea how I'm going to get a clear path down the back driveway to get my hay delivery nor the dumpster picked up to empty. No idea.
I have the plow people coming back today to take another stab at it. Hopefully they'll be more rested and ready to tackle it again. This is how they left it:
I'm not knocking them. Those guys were on like hour 30, They did what they could in the moment. But leaving several inches of snow on that crest isn't gonna work for semi trucks.
So anyway. Everything hurts from all the shoveling I did and I'm full of regrets. FULL OF THEM. Still enjoying the heated barn though. We will be bouncing between single digits and low low 20's for the foreseeable future. (Oh and we may get slammed with more snow on Sunday again.)
That's it. That's today's confession. The snow has broken my spirit but I still love my heated barn.
Every spring we say we're going to get a snowblower and we never do and then winter comes and it's like damn, should have spent some tax return money on a snowblower 😅
ReplyDeleteIt was a nasty storm. Winter is the season of regret for horse owners in the North and summer is regret season for horse owners in the south.
ReplyDeleteLike maybe owning horses is just regret. 🤷♀️