Uncle!
I give up. It's relentless. Since my shovel broke from being abused all winter long, Mother Nature hammered us again and I almost broke my back trying to clear all that snow without a damn handle on my shovel. The crack in the base I can manage, but you don't realize the importance of the handle until it's gone.
The forecast for the weekend promises another 1-3 cm tomorrow and 10-15 cm on Saturday. I give up. I need a new shovel.
I'm scheduled to play a slo-pitch tournament on Easter weekend. This one is outside in Etobicoke, and I'm thinking we're going to need snow shoes. Al Gore teased me with the promise of warm Canadian winters and now I feel cheated.
