I still love snow.....just not being buried by it.

I feel bad for Joe. I feel bad for my mom. I actually feel bad for anyone that has had to shovel the amount of snow that we have been getting this winter. It's just the first of January, and we already have record snow. I don't think it's gonna stop. I try to help Joe out whenever I can. When he gets home from work, the driveway is shoveled, or snow-blowed. But he had to get up on our roof, and I couldn't help him, because it is just too darned high, and it scared the heck out of me. So he had to go at it alone. :-(

The Coeurdalene house had 3 feet of snow on it's roof. That is the limit, and we knew it needed to be shoveled. The cda house isn't nearly as tall as our Hauser house, so I went along to help. Joe put me up on the back of the house's roof, while he worked on the front. This really isn't all it's cracked up to be. This is TOUGH work. I don't know how much I would have to get paid to actually do this for a JOB. It is literally back breaking. about 10 minutes into it I think I pulled a muscle in my right arm. I still can barely lift it. Thank goodness for muscle rub. Mmmmm, smells good!!! :-)

Anyway, after we finished up the main house, we looked at the garage and were astonished that it had not caved in. I mean, it is a 100 year old garage with a cheesy lean-to on the side. So I started working on the bottom part that was curled over the eve of the roof. This was on the lean-to. Joe warned me that the snow could fall off the eve of the lean-to, so I stood back and worked my shovel from afar. Neither of us thought the WHOLE roof covered with snow would even have a slight chance of sliding off. We were wrong. All I know is that Joe was on the main part of the garage roof, shoveling, and I was working on the lean-to. The next thing I know, I hear snow falling. And the snow falling is REALLY loud. And it is falling on ME. It happened so fast. After the snow fell on me, I was covered up to my stomach. Thank god it didn't cover my chest. I felt something metal hit my head, and then Joe was right beside me. The snow had carried him and the shovel down right on top of me. All I could say was, "it's not on my chest, it's not on my chest...". But it was getting heavier by the second, and I just wanted my body freed from this crushing snow. Joe quickly started digging my out with his hands, and I was directing him as to which parts to uncover first, etc. I couldn't move ANY of my covered body. Now I know what it would be like to be covered by an avalanche. But I don't know to the full extent. Thank God.

Joe uncovered my stomach, then my one leg, then my other leg, then pulled me out. I think 4 feet of snow was on top of me. I laid there in disbelief of what had just happened. It wasn't until it was all over that my head started to hurt and I started to realize the severity of the situation. Lately we have been hearing on the news of people getting buried by snow falling from their roofs, and actually passing away. It's a scary thought. But someone was looking out for me yesterday, and I can tell you one thing for sure, I am going to church this Sunday.