The island we raced to, deep under drifts of snow

[sovay]

Actually, the nightmare was the three-plus feet of frozen solid snow my father, my brother, and I have just spent the last three hours shoveling off the roof. Several layers of roof, actually. It was already compacting to slush by the time the rain started and it only became icier and more sodden as the afternoon went on—needless to say, I have not yet gotten to captainbutler's. (I dropped off his cake and his present. Then I shoveled.) I'm drinking very hot tea.

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[sovay]

Three hours is pretty good. It took three men a full day and some to clear my mother's looong roof.

Really? Okay. Yeesh.

I do not remember ever worrying about the roof in winter before. There have always been thaw periods to ease the load, in the past, between blizzards.

My mother doesn't remember this problem even in the blizzard of '78.