...and, a snow shovel too.

  Yesterday was Thanksgiving and a day to shovel snow.  Not any  old ordinary snow either, this was Thanksgiving snow.  I gave thanks because it stopped at 13 inches.  It was wet, sticky stuff (I could have used another word).  That stuff (I could have used another word) stuck to the shovel so you would have to handle it twice.  I fell down in a drift and couldn't get up.  When I fell my legs crossed and I could get one on the ground.  Finally I was able to drive the shovel down and use it for leverage; it ain't easy being a geezer.
  So I'm thankful that the ground was solid, there was no sinkhole, there was no terrible heat wave AND I don't have to shop today!