I thought it was a pretty good start to the day. I knew there would be snow. Maybe not as much as what appeared, but it is what it is. So I donned my winter gear, grabbed my shovel and set off on an expedition.
It was actually a nice morning. A flock of geese flew overhead with a lot of honking. I believe the one in the lead was hearing from his mate something along the lines of, “I told you to stop and ask for directions. This does not look like Florida.” And they still weren’t heading south. Silly birds.
I felt a bit like an archeologist. I had an idea where something might be buried and I was hoping I could find it. There was a lot of digging, followed by some brushing, then a bit more digging. Suddenly, I had it. I had discovered an ancient mode of conveyance. Okay. Maybe not ancient. It is only five years old. But it was nice to find it. It was my car.
I know. I had a very good idea where it was, since I had parked it there last night, but it was nice to finally uncover it from all the snow. But in my head it was almost as good as finding King Tut’s tomb. And on a find per dig basis, I think it puts me far ahead of the crew on Oak Island. And really, there is likely more gold in the catalytic converter than they have managed to dig up on that island. So I’m putting this expedition down as a success.
But I have to admit, and I know there will be those who doubt my sanity because of this, but I sort of like shovelling snow. Snow and I don’t always get along. There was that time a couple years ago when it tried to kill me. And it might have succeeded if it hadn’t been for my wife insisting I go to the hospital. Just so you know, heart attacks do not always come with severe pain down your left arm. This one was more like extreme nausea and a feeling I can only describe as a buzzing sensation. Not a sound. But it was like an entire nest of wasps had set up shop in my head and chest and were happily buzzing away. Anyway, if you are shovelling snow and start to feel bad, go get checked. Don’t bother arguing with your wife about it. She’s probably right anyway.
But I find a certain satisfaction in shovelling snow. Just continuing to do what you have to do, one shovel full after another and before too long you can see your progress. You can see all your hard work paying off. Not everything is like that. Which is the thing I like about shovelling snow. It pays off by showing you that you are actually accomplishing something.
So I think it was a good start to the day. I accomplished something and the snow didn’t kill me. At least not this time.
