Somebody Turn The Snow Off!

It's January 27, and I'm already ready to cry "Uncle!" with all this snow.  Not only is it back-breaking labor to shovel it, it's at the point now that there's nowhere else to go with it.  I've got snow piles in my yard that are at eye level, and I'm not short.

At least all this snow tends to bring out a spirit of co-operation among neighbors.  Those with snow blowers help out those who don't; younger people shovel for their elderly neighbors.  Most of the time anyway; I know that in some places people start all out battles over parking spaces.  Can't blame 'em really;   you shovel a spot, someone else takes it.  Kind of a metaphor for life, isn't it?