...that's what I am.
John got rid of the snow in front of andtwo passes beside my car. How sweet. Then he quit and went home.
My sister stopped in yesterday, but since the other part of my driveway wasn't cleared off, she had to walk in from the street and no cars are supposed to park on the edge of the street. Then the mail lady came with a delivery and there wasn't enough space for her to drive in and she wasn't happy. Then this afternoon, Bethie stopped in for a few minutes and she had to walk in from the street.
As long as John was out there, clearing off other's driveways, why didn't he do ALL of mine? I was taught, as long as you are going to do a job, you do it until it is finished! So I sent him an e-mail saying, "The next time it snows and you have your snow blower out, could you take a couple more passes at my driveway so I have enough room for visitor's to park?"
Yeah--ungrateful. I'd do it myself, if I could!
It's hard enough for me to get the gumption to go out. It's not the cold--I was born and have lived in Michigan all my life and I have never and still don't wear a hat or gloves. It's not that--it's the getting dressed and getting in the mood to go. It seems to take such an effort.
I had to get out today. Had to--is the operative words here. The young girl that I am doing the genealogy for, just found out her mother's lung cancer has returned. So I got up to the Print Shop, got her pedigrees copied and put in the book and got the book bound. It is ready to go. It took me 45 minutes, but I did feel good after I got home. Now she can come out and get it or I can mail it to her. I'd like her mother to see it too--I think it will give both of them a lift.
Tomorrow--the 3rd and final batch of spaghetti will be bagged and frozen. 22 quarts.