We are not 20 anymore

We had a massive snowstorm this past weekend; we got about 2 feet of snow. It was the biggest snowstorm in 4 years. Yes, we live in New England and we need to expect snow, but when it is a slow news day, the storm takes over the news.

Mr. Ken has a snowblower, which he loves. (What guy wouldn’t love a big, noisy machine?) But Mr. Ken is a LONG way from age 20. I don’t like him outside in the cold using the snow blower. I suppose it is better than him shoveling, but not much better. He reluctantly agreed to hire someone to come and clear our driveway and walkway.

Yet, this morning, when I looked outside, here’s what I saw.

I thought he was just going to clear around his car, but he managed to do a lot of the driveway. Maybe he wants to be like our young 40 year old neighbor, who moves like a whirling dervish as he shovels in shorts no less! Sigh.

So what about you? How do you feel about not being 20 anymore?