Shoulda Shoveled

The other day…many days ago…I don’t remember when…snow fell.

Oh! Oh! Friday! Friday night, impending snow doom. Β Mmhm. (I’m tired, you forgive me.)
The Mister made the comment that we could shovel on Saturday.
I raised my eyebrows.

Saturday, the snow was slushy.
I thought about shoveling, but then when I got back inside, I forgot about it.

Until I went back out. By then, the sun had gone down, temperatures had plummeted, and the slushy snow had frozen to a point past shoveling.

“Ah, well, it’ll melt,” I said to myself.

It did melt. Before freezing again. And some more snow fell.

By Sunday, the gate had frozen open, the ice had frozen three inches thick on the steps, and the back stoop was just plain perilous.

On Sunday, I took the pointy metal garden shovel out there and beat the fuck out of the ice. Barely made a dent in it.

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Monday morning, the back stoop and the dog joined forces in trying to KILL ME.

Tuesday, snow fell again. Moo thought she would go shovel. She came back in rather quickly, “Yeah, no, it’s too icy,” said Moo.
More snow fell last night.

This morning, I poured a kettle full of boiling water onto the back stoop, exposing a six-by-six inch square of wood, safe for feet. I tried, with all my might, to pull the mats up and crack some more ice, but my might was not enough to crack it. This afternoon, some more had melted, and I was able to pull the black rubber mat to the top of the ice.

Everything is an icicle. Now I wait for highs in the forties and some rain.

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Shoulda shoveled Saturday.

— Lesson learned, not to be forgotten.

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21 Responses to Shoulda Shoveled

  1. taunia12 says:

    Salt and sand!!!!
    Get the salt on it, it will start the melting process, do it!

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  2. LindaGHill says:

    SALT! If the temperature is anywhere near freezing it’ll at least roughen the ice enough to walk on it in about five minutes. Faster if the sun is out.

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  3. meANXIETYme says:

    Dog friendly ice melt is your friend. It’s also the environment’s friend. And available all over the place these days. Works wonders! πŸ™‚

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    • Yes? Okay πŸ™‚
      I’ve never had this sort of incident before. My homes have faced differently, and/or had more covered areas.

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      • meANXIETYme says:

        This was the issue we had at our previous house…in the front. It got very little sun, so any warmth at all melted the snow on the driveway, front walk, and front stoop. Then overnight it refroze. Rinse, repeat. My husband’s idea of “shoveling” was to just drive the SUV over snow and ice on the driveway. At that point I didn’t leave the house much due to illness, so he got away with it. πŸ™‚

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  4. Rob Roberts says:

    My ramp is covered with ice atm, just because of that same reason. The one time I had to go down it was a LOT of fun..until I hit the fence πŸ˜› Live & learn joey! Youll get back in to the swing of real winters yet.

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  5. Jewels says:

    Ahhh winter, gotta love it! I totally relate. We hired a guy this year to come take care of clearing the snow. Depending on how much it snows, we may end up poor by the end of the winter, but at least our walkways will look nice. πŸ˜‰

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  6. Sherry says:

    oh gosh gee wiz…thanks for reminding me of all the things I don’t miss not living in Iowa any more.Sorry…but well, I really don’t miss all that. And I’ve done all that stuff, including boiling water…and table salt. and cursing a lot too. I recall not being able to get the door open far enough to get a very small (I do mean very small) dog a good heave over the snow bank to pee. I remember that too. That was in Michigan..No I don’t miss any of it.

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  7. I spent fifteen winters!!! in Ontario, Canada, and Joey dear, I can feel your pain. The past twenty have been spent in Houston, what a pleasure. As my Mister, a born Canadian says, You can’t shovel heat and humidity.
    Last weekend I went NORTH, to Dallas! It was dreadful. I’ve lost my “sea legs,” such as they were, for real winter.
    I went to a friend’s house last week for book club. Her front porch made of wood slanted down towards the steps at an angle I immediately recognized as perilous, had it been in Ontario. The owner grew up in Michigan, and we shared a chortle at our good fortune, living in south Texas.

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    • I’m happy for y’all, but I cannot deal with heat or humidity, and I am all too happy to be “home!” I do need to get reacquainted with proper winter though! Those Georgia winters were like nothin!

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  8. Matt Roberts says:

    I remember that weekend. I shoulda shoveled too. I waited until the thick ice. My shovel wouldn’t break it. My neighbor (may he RIP) told me to throw some salt on it, wait for it to crack up, THEN shovel. It worked, enough.

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