Well, OK, maybe it's not THAT monumental...
This little guy finally opened my street yesterday. My neighbor had worked mightily with his blower to clear his own driveway, get down a little piece of our street to a connecting street, and then get that connector open to the plowed street below. Once the worst of the snow was shifted off the road between his driveway and my front yard yesterday he quickly used his blower to whack a path to my porch. So even with my driveway still blocked I was connected in case I needed something. Neighbors have been checking with me when they go to town but I'm so well stocked I could hang on for a month. I might be sick of canned soups and dried beans, but I'd eat. I'd also have enough toilet paper - that's something I always stock.
And I did a recount of the wine, including the bottles of white I forgot I had in the downstairs fridge - five reds and two whites. I'm good for a while yet.
This evening my driveway was liberated. The fellow who did it had to go back to his regular day job today in order to get some rest - he worked 59 hours in 3 days this week clearing snow.
Not that I can drive anywhere. 'Cause I did a dumb on Sunday afternoon.
You know how you get so focused on something that other concerns get pushed out of your mind until the moment when things go wrong and you realize you've just done a "Here, hold ma beer" level of dumb? Well, I got real focused on the snow on the roof. Codes call for a roof to be able to support x amount of snow, and we were right at that x with a forecast that called for possible rain. I got real worried about the weight when they started talking about rain. So I cleared some of the snow off the back deck and went up a ladder to try to shift some of the snow off the roof. The ramifications of being home alone in an area that had been completely cut off by 40 inches of snow did not break my focus until the ladder was on its way down. And rolling off into the snow does not save you completely if you don't have time to get completely free and your legs snap down across the ladder, which is what happened. The knot in the picture isn't actually the problem, although it's good and tender - the hard smack my right knee took is what has laid me up. It's getting better, but it's weak, cranky, doesn't want to take my full weight, and has a disconcerting tendency to try to snap backward. And somewhat swollen with deep bruising all around the knee. I whacked it good. But at least I didn't break anything. I'd have been just SOL for a while if I'd broken anything.
My shoveling ended right there; cycles of ibuprofen, icing, and elevating took over. I've decided that everything I need is sentient and has moved downstairs just to torment me. I'm gimping around, but I don't feel like I can drive right now because I'm afraid the knee wouldn't be able to take the stress of braking in an emergency.
And you know how when you limp it throws everything off kilter and other muscles object? My bum muscles are sore.