They left about 30 minutes before I did. When I tried to start the car it didn't cooperate. Michael had started it yesterday and it worked... I guess it needs a jump.
As I was trying to start the car I could hear SCRAAAPE, SCRAPE, SCRAAAAPE... but could not figure out where it was coming from. After a little investigation, because it was broad daylight and there was no possibility of it being the killer from the urban legend The Hook, I discovered it was one of our neighbors shoveling ice from his drive.
Hmmm, I wonder if we have a shovel?
Turns out we do. So I looked at the 2-3 inches of ice on our walkway and hi-ho-hi-ho off to shovel I go.
It was really satisfying when I could get a big chunk free. I hope no one was watching because I had a bit of fun with the shovel. You can throw the ice over your shoulder, under your leg, with a right twist swing, or even with a little shuffle.
Thanks to Texas weather, the only bit of white left on my front yard is the bit I just tossed there. Here's on of the big satisfying chunks (not the one in the foreground but the one in the middle):