Snow day
Every school in a 50 mile radius is closed today, including all EC schools, with one exception: Mine
After attempting the drive to class and almost hitting a mailbox, garbage can, and a man with a snowplow at the end of his driveway, I've decided not to go to school today. This all occurred within a block of my house at a speed of almost 10 mph. There's a main road on the other side of my block and I'm really curious as to whether or not that's even plowed yet.
I emailed my profs the above information, and decided to catch up on some sleep. Last night we had a wicked thunderstorm that included hail at some god-forsaken hour of the morning, so the combination of that and a severely freaked out big dog sniffing me in the face all night to make sure I was still alive and unable to sleep, kept me from getting some much needed shut-eye. I laid around and watched crappy VH1 shows for a few hours, then decided to shovel.
We used to have a snow blower, but nobody knew how it worked except my dad, so my mom got rid of it for obvious reasons. I put on all my winter gear, overheating in the foyer in the process, and set foot into the garage. I grabbed my shovel determined, with a sole mission in mind: to get rid of all the white crap in the way.
This was before I opened the garage door.
As soon as I saw the blizzard-heap piled before me, I realized this was a very bad idea. I dug my shovel in and found out just how heavy 6 inches of very wet snow was. That, paired with my now extremely overheating bundled up body, told me I couldn't do this for much longer. But I had already started and I knew I had to get something accomplished. I would at least get some kind of a workout out of it. I then looked up and spotted the mailbox. Today was Monday, the mail could come today. I remember from previous years that the mailmen never drove up to the mailbox if you didn't have it shoveled out for them. This became my new mission. I heaved myself a 2-foot wide path to the mailbox and shoveled like a fat man with a pint of Ben & Jerry's. The mailbox was free, the mail can come now. With a glint of satisfaction, I started back towards the house, already knowing that my hard work would be swallowed up by the fast-falling snow in a matter of hours again anyway. So here I sit, peeled out of my snowsuit, arms and back aching, drinking a cup of hot cocoa in front of the fire, watching my trench blend back in with the rest of the white desert out there. Ain't life grand.
After attempting the drive to class and almost hitting a mailbox, garbage can, and a man with a snowplow at the end of his driveway, I've decided not to go to school today. This all occurred within a block of my house at a speed of almost 10 mph. There's a main road on the other side of my block and I'm really curious as to whether or not that's even plowed yet.
I emailed my profs the above information, and decided to catch up on some sleep. Last night we had a wicked thunderstorm that included hail at some god-forsaken hour of the morning, so the combination of that and a severely freaked out big dog sniffing me in the face all night to make sure I was still alive and unable to sleep, kept me from getting some much needed shut-eye. I laid around and watched crappy VH1 shows for a few hours, then decided to shovel.
We used to have a snow blower, but nobody knew how it worked except my dad, so my mom got rid of it for obvious reasons. I put on all my winter gear, overheating in the foyer in the process, and set foot into the garage. I grabbed my shovel determined, with a sole mission in mind: to get rid of all the white crap in the way.
This was before I opened the garage door.
As soon as I saw the blizzard-heap piled before me, I realized this was a very bad idea. I dug my shovel in and found out just how heavy 6 inches of very wet snow was. That, paired with my now extremely overheating bundled up body, told me I couldn't do this for much longer. But I had already started and I knew I had to get something accomplished. I would at least get some kind of a workout out of it. I then looked up and spotted the mailbox. Today was Monday, the mail could come today. I remember from previous years that the mailmen never drove up to the mailbox if you didn't have it shoveled out for them. This became my new mission. I heaved myself a 2-foot wide path to the mailbox and shoveled like a fat man with a pint of Ben & Jerry's. The mailbox was free, the mail can come now. With a glint of satisfaction, I started back towards the house, already knowing that my hard work would be swallowed up by the fast-falling snow in a matter of hours again anyway. So here I sit, peeled out of my snowsuit, arms and back aching, drinking a cup of hot cocoa in front of the fire, watching my trench blend back in with the rest of the white desert out there. Ain't life grand.
posted by kitty Cat | 1:34 PM
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And then the snowplow came after you were done shoveling...
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