Which means Zach and I were plowing. Plowing, shoveling, salting.... Ok, I didn't salt, but I did plow and shovel.
I love winter and every year I hope to be able to get snowed in my house. With a plow on your vehicle there is very little chance of that happening. However, if I cannot be cozy in the house & hibernating, I would rather be plowing snow!
I had a blast. It really was fun. Until after some coffee and water. I had to call Zach (we were at two different locations) and ask what to do if I had to use the rest room.
He laughed at me.
I ended up having to go to a gas station. Given the urgency of my situation, I couldn't be bothered with trying to force the door to lock. Ooops. Not once, but TWICE somebody tried to come in on me! The second time the lady 'politely' yelled, "Honey, I hafta pee!" I politely yelled back that I needed to also!
Once that was taken care of, it was off to plow more streets and drag driveways.
It did get a little frustrating since I had NO training of any kind, and NO practice. I was sent out with a jeep and plow and told to move snow.
I love my husband.
At about hour 10, a wonderful neighbor lady got in with me and showed me how to really work the plow and do a good job. She told me I should have asked her if I needed help. I told her that I had no idea she had plowing experience. Seriously, how am I supposed to know these things?!
So, Mama G helped me TONS and I felt so much better about the job I was doing.
After a late dinner break I was off to plow for a few more hours.
...to be continued...