Al Gore gets an Oscar nomination for his tale of the latest in a long line of impending climatic armageddons and in exchange for the Academy continuing to dumb down the academic and scientific rigor required for a movie to be considered a documentary, I don't have to plow snow. A fine deal, and it was going great there for awhile, but Al seems to have failed to uphold his end of the bargain. I just finished my second plowing of the driveway, getting the concrete cleared and the tractor back in the barn just in time for the precip to change from snow to freezing rain. Sigh. Snow is one thing, ice is something completely different, and far, far worse. Snow can be pushed around and bullied into submission, while ice has the tenacity of a rabid pitbull on steroids. Ick.
One of these days, me and Ohio are going to have a parting of ways. Some of us deal with it better than others, though: