Tuesday, December 20
Wednesday, December 7
Heart Attack Waiting to Happen
I actually shoveled tonight. At 9:00 pm. Because there's no way I'm going to have time to do it in the morning. I had others do the shoveling so far this season, but this time it was my turn. Ouch! Me with an often 'bad back', me with some ligament pain by by knee, that I just know was from dancing too much, but this week pains me so much I dread putting on socks, me whiney girl that I am. I shoveled.It really wasn't that bad. There's a reason the older, more experienced shovelers do it in the evening, &/or do it before it's done snowing: the lighter, fresher snow is easier to shovel. Duh. (that duh was for me--it was a 'duh-me' LOL)
Plus, fresh snow makes everything quiet. You can hardly hear traffic during or right after a snow. (OK, I realize that part of that is the fact that there actually are people out there who try not to drive in this stuff, but I live on a street that always gets traffic. One way direct line to major hospital, you know. And even our street is quieter after the snow)
There's something so peaceful about fresh snow. And something very satisfactory in being the first one to break the stillness of the snow layer by throwing more snow on it. Like skipping a stone on a quiet lake.
And somehow, it doesn't even seem that cold out.
Wait, I was going to bitch about scooping. I was going to end with some rant about why do I even live here when we get so much snow!...I guess I kind of answered my own question.