It is around 8:30. I have had my shower and a very close shave, the kind that makes my face feel like a baby's bottom. Which is a really creepy comparison when you stop and think about it.
Work didn't start this morning until 10. Around 8, I went outside and made my way to the car to try to dig it out. Not long afterward the young man down the street who has a snowplow came over and cleared the driveway as best he could while my car was in it. My car was stuck in the snow drifts, so he and Patricia had to push it out while I floored it. That worked, and he finished his job. I also introduced him to our next door neighbour as she wanted her driveway widened. I am starting to think that I should get a finder's fee. That would be a joke, folks. Laugh it up, why don't you?
People at work tease me, saying that I am hiring child labour to do work I don't want to do. I suppose there is some truth to that, but I would have killed to have had a job like that when I was his age. And we pay him quite well, so it's not like we're exploiting him or anything. I think these people at my work are just jealous because they have to do all that work themselves while I get to stay inside and
So, anyway, I got in to work around 10. I went to the local Tim's for a coffee and sammich for lunch, and that was a mistake. The food was fine, but the two block walk there and back was treacherous. The sidewalks are nearly unusable, so one is forced to walk in the streets to one's destination. On the way home tonight, I saw the logical extension of this when I saw two guys chatting while standing on the street as cars whizzed past them. At this rate, these dudes will be standing in the middle of the road by next week wondering why the cars are bothering them so much.
When I got home I shovelled off my front deck a bit better than it had been. I did what I could with the side steps. And I had the adventure of my life getting to my back deck to clean that off. Just sliding the door open nearly slipped the door off its runner. And the snow had turned to ice which made my job that much more difficult. I gave up after a while and returned inside, only to discover that I could not close the door because some snow was in the runner the door slides on. I kept trying to remove the snow but more would just take its place. After 20 minutes or so, I got it closed.
The forecast for Saturday promises some combination of rain and snow. Any rain at all would turn the existing snow into ice, and all roads would become perilous skating rinks. I can hardly wait for that to happen. Yippee. Yahoo.
I don't drink much. I am starting to think that is a character flaw.
See you tomorrow, my friends. Stay warm and dry, and may you never have to shovel any more snow ever.