There's That Four Letter Word Again

I don't much like shoveling snow. Then again, who does? This morning, though there twern't any new snow, I had to shovel what had become a cement-like layer of ice that had formed from the last two (or three?) storms. One, which fell while we were in California, and two additional snowfalls since.

And why would I want to get rid of the layer of ice? Simple:

Marilee had a nasty fall (not to be confused with autumn) last Monday at work, and has been house-bound since. And since we didn't need to have her fall again (not to be confused with winter), I decided this morning would be a good time to get rid of said snow.

Bad idea.

Because now, instead of a layer of snowpack to walk on, which, as anyone who's had to shovel snow can attest, that snow affords much more traction than ice - is much more treacherous than walking on plain snow.

And since my snow shovel is rather flimsy when it comes to removing ice, well, it's time for a new one.

Lest anyone fall on the underlayment of ice, and lose their traction.

And be IN traction as a result.