We got quite a few inches of snow last night, and since Olof is sick I agreed to go out and shovel the driveway around the car. Our driveway is actually more of a parking lot, since our house used to be a store, and I was not at all looking forward to clearing all that heavy snow away from it. To make matters worse, the town dumps the snow they plow onto our lot, so we have that much more heavily-packed snow to contend with. And I am not a snow person.

As incredible luck would have it, I was standing by the living room window about a half-hour ago, and saw a familiar-looking tractor coming down the street. It was Olof’s dad, coming to plow the drive for us … yay! In case anyone reading this has missed it before, I have the absolute best in-laws in the history of in-laws (and not just because my father-in-law saves me from manual labor — they are the nicest, most generous, most accepting, most wonderful family and I am so lucky to have them in my life).

I’ll still have to go out later and tidy up some of the finer details that the tractor can’t get to, but that’s hardly worth mentioning in light of the fact that the big job has been done for me.

****Update: I just looked out the window again, and Olof’s mom and Lydia are out there shoveling what the tractor can’t reach. Guess I’m getting off scot-free today. (Before anyone wonders why I don’t go out there and protest, I know from experience that it wouldn’t do any good. I do believe that woman actually *likes* to shovel snow.) They’re too good to me.