I have done plenty of shoveling, yes. I shoveled to keep our driveway and walkway clear, even though we did not leave the house much. Ross had no school all week; the roads were impassable for school buses. Chris took a taxi home from the airport late Monday night, and the driver had to let him off a block away because he would have gotten stuck in the snowy mess of humps and ruts. If you didn't have a tall four-wheel drive vehicle, you risked getting seriously stuck on any residential street in Spokane. The city isn't equipped to handle serious snow.
Monday morning was dazzlingly sunny, gorgeous blue sky and blinding snow. I paused to enjoy the view from our front yard.
On Tuesday, Chris and I decided to shovel the roof. Our house is a 1957 ranch with a fairly flat roof. Two feet of heavy snow was already up there, and it was snowing again. News reports of roof cave-ins spurred us on. We spent most of the day up there.
It wasn't all work. Kids were building all kinds of forts and igloos. Ross and Christopher used one of the piles of snow from our roof to build a nice fort.
Toward the end of Tuesday, the sky cleared for a nice sunset. Some of our neighbors were up on their roofs, too.