Everyone Talks About It.

Everyone talks about the weather, but there’s not blasted thing any of us can do about it. The first big storm of the year is headed our way and by morning we could have over a foot of snow. The snow blower is ready to go, the shovel is by the door, and the ice melt is ready to spread. All there is left to do is wait for it to get here.

They say we are suppose to get less snow over all this winter, but what they did not tell anyone was it was all going to come at once. There is a point in a person’s life when it does not matter how much snow there is, you still have to go out and clean it off the drive. The real question is what kind of snow it is. If it’s heavy and wet it can give you a hart attack and if it’s light and fluffy it can whip into drifts that can block roads and take twice as long to clear away.

Only the kids like a storm because if it is bad enough they will get a snow day and not have to go to school. Still if it’s too bad they won’t be able to go out and no one wants to be stuck in the house on a snow day.

In short we would be better off if the storm never happened or at least it only snowed on the grass.

Snow Shoveling

It going to happen sooner or later. I do not want it to come about. I don’t want to do it. Yet here it is, and I have no choice but do it. It’s time to get out the shovel and fire up the snow blower, head out into the cold, and clean the snow off the driveway. This as close as I get to playing in the snow these days not like it was when I was a kid.

Back then we would stay out all day sliding and playing in the white stuff till we were soaking wet and half frozen. Than mom would yell at us to come in out of the snow and warm up. She would make us take off our wet things, take a worm bath, and put on dry clothes. After that if we were lucky we would get some hot coco or a bowl of soup (tomato with a toasted cheese sandwich).

Back then the cold did not matter, but now it does. Now I would rather look out my window and enjoy the beauty of it than go out in it. Still the fact remains, the snow is in the driveway and it’s not supposed to be there. It won’t move itself, so I guess I have no choice. It’s time to shovel the snow.