I can't even write the words I was uttering to myself this morning as I shovelled my car out once again, with my ridiculous little child's size shovel. Consider this a lesson learned, finally. After all, aren't I too old and too tall to play with kids toys? My back is killing me and I seriously need my back. I really must learn to be more practical , and I should stop being so drawn to cute things.
Anyway, that's not the reason I am writing today, it just couldn't be ignored that it was a very stupid decision to buy a child's shovel that's all.
So, back to story, I was shovelling my driveway (with the equivalent of a barbie shovel in hand) when I noticed someone needed help with a car out in the cul de sac. Of course I ran right over to assist and was greeted by name, I thought about how this has become a regular thing in the cul de sac, this little rescue maneuver, because there is so much snow that it is difficult reach our driveways. Its like a club now, I think everyone has had to be rescued at least once. I have needed four assists in or out of the snow zone, they were all given with a smile.
This whole winter snowstorm may have had its downfalls, but it certainly has brought our little cul de sac community together in a nifty way, and that's my silver lining for the day.
EDIT, see photo evidence of the moment in which I recognized the value of owning a child sized snow shovel. I take back everything I said about myself earlier, I am a genius.