Looking out the front window, I could see something red sticking out of the newly fallen snow. It could be one of the packages I'd ordered, so if the guy does come to plow the driveway, that item will be buried 'til spring. I'd heard the snow was to be light and fluffy, so I ventured out to try to retrieve the mostly buried red thing from the snow.
Turns out the snow isn't so fluffy after all, and my boots are not tall enough. The snow even in the undrifted areas was well above my knees, mid-thigh at least. With a snow shovel as a prop, I made it to the red object; it is the broken-off newspaper box. No newspaper in it either.
Unable to hold onto it, I tossed it in the direction of the mostly buried garbage and recycling containers. Pick-up was scheduled for today. I have no idea if the contents were taken; if not, I can expect strewn garbage and papers from now to spring.
So I slogged back into the house. No mission accomplished.
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