Haha, just kidding! I didn't go out there for my tan, I went up on the porch roof to shovel it off. All our other rooflines are steep enough to clear themselves of snow in occasional big ol' crashing slides. But that front porch really catches it, so we need to instigate the big ol' crashing slides there.
This is a bad panorama of my work half-through. Think of my roof as sort of L-shaped, the foot of the L the unshoveled section at the left. Then you see the over-door peak of the roof, just peeking through (haha, get it?!) one-third across the picture. The scoop follows straight across the section I have shoveled, the ladder is sticking up a bit at the second-third mark, the northern end of the roof is the line that cuts off the trees and ends at the red wall of the house over on the right. My shovel is shoved in the narrow bank I left across the top of the porch as my anchor. The strange black marks are my inability to hold the panorama lens steady as I panned.
I did not work out this morning as my calendar said I should. To be perfectly honest, that is partly because I didn't feel like it--but also because I intended to do this substantial project in the afternoon. Often my intentions go unfulfilled, but today made me feel like Superwoman!
