Digging out

I feel like our house is in a Salvador Dalí painting.

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The night after the big storm, the snow slid off of our roof but continued to hold on. The picture below is from directly under our eaves in the front by the bay window. The snow pushed out parallel to the ground! It defied gravity! Only a day or so later did it begin to sag (see above picture.) If we could have only gotten the picture from underneath the huge sag over the left side of the house… But, seriously, folks, I was hanging on to the front door frame, leaning out as far as I could and praying I didn't slip into the copious amounts of snow just outside of the door. If it weren’t for the eaves, we wouldn't have been able to open the front door.

Apparently, the solution up here is to "rake" your roof to protect your gutters. Sounds like a good weekend project for Scott. I have some hot chocolate to drink. These pictures are making me cold.

Since Scott couldn't get out to go to work that day (they ended up closing the office anyway like every other business in town), he divided his time between work projects and snow-blowing and shoveling. Joe called it "Snow Mowing" which seemed pretty accurate for a little kid. I think Scott got a great workout that day since he had to do the driveway about 4 times. Of course, we couldn't even make it out for Ash Wednesday. All the churches closest to us were closed anyway. How often does that happen?