This past winter was no joke here in the Northeast. It’s nearly Memorial Day and I am just now reaching a place where I even feel comfortable discussing it.
We got a lot of snow. Like, a lot, a lot. The MBTA shut down. We flat out ran out of places to put the snow, especially in the city. It was cold. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad winter.
Naturally, we bought a house just in time for said horrible winter.
Despite the horror, we managed to make it through mostly unscathed. We had some roof leakage in our breezeway, and a small ice dam that caused a ceiling stain in my office, but nothing too major. Our two car driveway was reduced to a one car driveway once we realized the snowbanks on either side were too tall for both our physical abilities to lift and throw shovels full of snow over our heads and our tiny snow blower (which is electric, by the way. It needs to be plugged in. WHO INVENTED THIS? It’s the worst. However, it was also free.)
Just before all the snow started, we bought new couches. It was a Sunday. “We’ll deliver them on Wednesday” they told us. Great. Can’t wait. We’re so excited.
Huge blizzard on Tuesday. Delivery delayed. Not a problem, we can wait.
Huge blizzards continue. We dig out the driveway and the side door that we always use to get in and out of the house, ignoring the front door because we don’t ever use it. Then, once there was a good three feet of snow on the ground, we realized the new couches wouldn’t fit through the side door, into the breezeway, around the kitchen island, and through the doorway into the living room. They would have to come in through the front door. The front door currently blocked by three feet of snow. We call and push back the couch delivery as long as they’d let us, figuring the snow will surely melt enough by March.
Oh, how naive we were.
We found ourselves spending a solid week digging a big enough path from the front door to the street so the guys from the furniture store could deliver the couches. Do you know what it’s like to try to dig through a snowbank composed entirely of snow that plows have been condensing on the side of the road for months? Not super fun. But we did it! And it turns out shoveling burns a ton of calories! And the couches look great! And finally, finally, the snow did melt.