I am again at a loss as far as what to write about. There have been some wintery events, for lack of a better word, this week just nothing really hands on, that would produce a “pass on” worth story. The skies were gray, its was crazy windy for a couple of days, it snowed a little bit on Friday (like 1/2 inch maybe), and the high on Saturday was like seven degrees; which also happened to be the sunniest day of the week. Unfortunately, as noted in the line above that didn’t seem to make much of a difference. Winter is just kinda boring, you can’t garden, or go on picnics, or go outside with out putting five or six layers. The good news is I haven’t picked up a snow shovel in like three weeks. Uh oh..hopefully I didn’t jinx it.
Anyway. I have learned some things about snow shoveling since moving to New York.
1. You become very aware of the muscles and ligaments that are attached to your elbows, especially when there is a nice icy chunk that you have to pick up.
2. Its a great way to feel both hot and cold at the same time.
3. It fits in nicely with the daily workout, or can become the workout for the day; especially if digging the car out of a snow cave is involved.
4. Its a great way to get silently judged by your neighbors and anyone who drives by. Now I am sure folks from the northern states get by just fine, but I know that when it snows us Southerners stick out like a sore thumb.
5. If you have forgotten about some of your muscles, shovel two feet of snow off of a driveway; you’ll find them again.
The good news is that its March, and light at the end of the winter tunnel is visible. But when I see that the low temperature on Saturday is supposed to be zero, zero!!, it makes me want to…
Come on Spring! You can do it! Show winter whose boss!
Spring! Spring! Spring!
Until next time,