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A Shoveling Fool

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I’m not as young as I used to be.  I mean really, who is?  If I were as young as I used to be then I would be, well, as young as I used to be.  I wonder; if I were as young as I used to be, would I complain that I’m not as young as I used to be?  Seriously, this could go on and on and wouldn’t that like, I don’t know, eventually take me back to the womb?  It’s scary how my mind works.  Anyway, my point was supposed to be that shoveling snow is not as easy as it once was.

I knew last night that we were expecting a lot of snow.  I didn’t like it but I knew it.  Why then, when I woke up this morning, did I look outside and feel surprised?  Maybe in the deep recesses of my mind I’d hoped all the meteorologists covering the entire eastern seaboard were wrong and the storm would somehow pass us by. I really should trust the Weather Channel a bit more; after all weather is what they do.  Duh.

I have to admit that I was taken in by the beauty of it this morning.  It was barely daylight and with big flakes falling, it was so quiet it felt as if a sound proof, protective blanket had covered the earth.  I absorbed the silence thinking that this…this…is what peace sounds like.


My Currier and Ives moment was short lived when I remembered I have four dogs that needed to go out and I had to shovel an area for them to do their business.


Lucky for me Fred got a place shoveled out for them before I even got dressed.  He must really love me.  Either that or he just felt sorry for the dogs.

Speaking of my husband, he had to go to work this morning.  I could not believe it.  No one at work figured they would have any customers today. At least they are closing at noon and he can come home and plow the driveway which will promptly be snow covered again when the wind picks up.

I’ve shoveled three times since I started this blog entry.  My back aches and I have one Advil left in the house.  To add insult to injury, the dogs do not seem one bit grateful that I’ve expended so much energy to clear a space in the snow for them.  They don’t want to get their butts wet but they don’t want to do any of the work either.

It could be worse though.  I haven’t fallen down yet (a miracle in itself.)  I have everything I need to get through a snow storm…a shovel, boots, a coat, gloves and enough ingredients to make cookies.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.


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