Woman with shovel—hear her roar

All this ice and frozen snow (which is different from ice) from the streets melts and bleeds onto our sidewalk, leaving a major ice floe on the corner of our lot.

I have now gone out thrice to chop it away, but alas, I am left with this...
 

gallons upon gallons of water just waiting to refreeze, leaving a little ice rink on the corner of our lot.

I am woman though—with shovel.  Hear me roar...

Because, alas, I'll have to keep doing it again, and again, and again...