As I parried and thrust my ten dollar plastic snow shovel at the ice dams frozen on my roof edges it suddenly occurred to me that this whole roof shoveling experience is just like an extreme winter archeological dig.
Right there under the last eight inches of powder is a sheet of ice from a week ago. And under that are several more small snow storms layered upon each other, each a snapshot in time. I even found some pine needles and sticks trapped in the snow from the high winds of a January winter blast.
Then, clunk, clunk, there it was at the end of my shovel! Trapped in a sarcophagus of ice pellets and snow is the first glimpse of one of our five sky lights. Of course it isn’t as exciting as finding a baby wooly mammoth, but as things go, I’ll take it as a good thing - progress.
You would think shoveling the roof might be dangerous, but it isn’t anywhere near as dangerous as walking on ice after a powdering of fresh snow. I found that out two weeks ago when I went out to the car to get a cordless drill – a twelve volt DeWalt. They weigh about three or so pounds.
When my feet went out from under me I landed on my back and split open the back of my head on the ice. No stitches, but it was close.
Two other things happened simultaneously. I chipped a lower front tooth when my teeth slammed together, then smashed myself in the left side of the face with the cordless drill. Why I could have not had the big orange I was carrying in my right hand over my left hand the drill was in but that is how that evening went.
The black eye from hitting my own face with the drill lasted about a week and eventually did work its way over to my right eye a bit, but not that bad. It’s amazing how many people notice your black eye but don’t say anything until you bring it up. Maybe it’s just me this happens to.
My wife got out two ice packs. Did you ever hold an ice pack on your face and the back of your head at the same time? It will make you forget all about any problem it could possibly solve.
Spring would be nice about now.