Back To Normal

Sunday evening we landed in Pittsburgh after our week in Texas. It was raining. We knew it would be raining in Meadville, because it's usually raining - or snowing - in Meadville. We followed Hermione's directions from the airport to Interstate 79 and hauled our butts on home to our sweet little kitties.

I exited the car out front because the lid was open on the mailbox and there was something behind the storm door on the front door. I pulled a week's worth of wet mail out of the box and closed the lid. As I did so, my next door neighbor Donnie opened his pickup truck door. "Back from vacation just in time for the snow!" he said. "Supposed to get ten inches!" I thanked him for the info and proceeded to get the week's worth of dry newspapers in a special 'end of vacation' plastic bag carefully placed between the front doors by our excellent newspaper delivery geezer - the one who will deliver the paper to the front storm door through a foot of snow at 5:00 in the morning. Which he did this morning.

Yesterday morning at precisely 3:30am, Professor Remus J. Lupin woke me up for breakfast as usual. I looked outside to see about an inch of snow on the road and still pouring. By 8:00am it was about four inches deep. I spent a little over an hour shoveling. Four inches is about the tipping point of the 'shovel vs. snow blower' equation. By the time Carmen came home, about 5:30pm, there were maybe two more inches down. I let it ride.

This morning's feeding (they let me sleep in until 4:01) I looked out to see at least a foot of snow in the driveway. Around 9:00 I snew blew the driveway and front walk. Then I shoveled the steps and walkway to the door. It was snowing to beat hell, and the driveway was a good half inch deep again already. I came in, showered, got dressed and walked to the Orthopedic Associates of Meadville for my 'three months with a new knee' appointment. I got my clearance to return to work and came home.

Diane at Sherwin Williams says I'll be back to work on Monday the 9th.

It's been a long three months recovering from surgery. Feeding kitties, scooping litter, walking around town and shoveling snow let me know that life is back to normal. Whoop-dee-doo.