Awaiting its arrival drives an incredible sense of expectation
Followed by euphoria when it makes its appearance
Followed by euphoria when it makes its appearance
Some winters we have to shovel 2 dozen times..I never get sick of it..it's always dark and quiet. Makes me happy.
I had the same "arrangement" with a good neighbor of mine for many years. He was an late 70's to 80's YO that needed to be useful and I was an a younger man that liked to shovel my own drive and refused to buy a snowblower--I looked at shoveling as a workout. I'd often work from home and not bother shoveling until noonish, unless I was going skiing . One morning I hear a snowblower and look out and Willie is snowblowing my driveway. My initial reaction is OMG, why is this older man snowblowing my drive when I'm fully capable of doing it myself. So, I go out and attempt to dissuade Willie from further snowblowing my drive. He wouldn't have any of it. He as much told me, "What else do I have to do?" So over the years I let him snowblow my drive knowing full well that I was "helping" Willie be a useful citizen; although I did cringe every time--me being a self sufficient type, and not wanting an octogenarian to bail me out, sort of speak. But we were good neighbors and helped each other in many ways. He did help me get out early to ski more than a few times . Over the years his health failed and I became the snowblower person using his snowblower to first clear his drive and then do my own--just the right thing to do. This went on for many years until sadly Willie passed away . Dear Willie left me his snowblower, so now I snowblow my drive in "honor" of Willie--I think about him every time it snows.
I once walked a mile across the lake from the fish hut home rather than take the sled just because it was -25c and a beautiful clear night. What a great walk that was.You must like ice fishing at night?
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I once walked a mile across the lake from the fish hut home rather than take the sled just because it was -25c and a beautiful clear night. What a great walk that was.
And home made cookies. mmmmmmmmThey forgot about the "Hot Chocolate" that goes with any snow storm.
When I used to run a business that plowed snow for commercial accounts, I would be the person to snow blow and shovel sidewalks from 2 am to 8 am, to get ahead of the plows and loaders. I absolutely loved the calm and quiet of being out there alone with the snow still falling.Some winters we have to shovel 2 dozen times..I never get sick of it..it's always dark and quiet. Makes me happy.
Do not forget the little marshmallows in the Hot Chocolate.And home made cookies. mmmmmmmm
Talking about the snow, the skier or perhaps your current condition after a long summer of back yard bbq?Too chunky.
8 ways snow makes you a sad sack:
Shoveling the sidewalk.
Shoveling the driveway.
Clearing off the car.
Shoveling snow off the roof.
Shoveling the end of the driveway again after the plows come by and plow a barrier of heavy chunky dirty snow, ice and sludge across it to block you in.
Fixing the broken mailbox the plow knocked over yet again.
Getting stuck behind drivers who can't make it up the hill.
Everybody and their brother competing for fresh tracks.
Just having fun being Debbie Downer.
Talking about the snow, the skier or perhaps your current condition after a long summer of back yard bbq?
Time to get in ski shape, eh!
I started the summer with 10 lbs to lose. I have 15 to go.The snow. And maybe I could lose a few pounds.... Hard to do being in the middle of the best beer in the world.
I love the quiet during a snowstorm or when I walk Avalanche up the mountain in the morning. Our everyday world is a barrage of constant noise and the quiet world is fabulous.