Minneapolis has a week of 50-degree temperatures, I run around in my funny shoes declaring that spring is here…and we get a snowstorm.
I get up at 6 a.m. to shovel the apartment building’s sidewalks but I run out of salt because I (foolishly) thought that we were done with winter.
After work I went to the Uptown Frattallone’s Ace Hardware store for salt and deicer. I didn’t realize that the slush-water mix in front of Frattallone’s was a foot deep, so traffic got a jump-slide-splash-fail show. No one tipped.
My apartment building’s sidewalks are completely caked in snow when I come home from work. Shoveling without salting is a waste of time because the snow just blows right over everything. I am surprised that no one left me another bitchy note.
It took 3 hours to shovel and walk the dogs. I need someone to invent roll-out salt carpet for the sidewalks, grass be dammed.
The weather man promised warmth next week. For now, I freeze.
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