Aw Crud!

I walked out the front door of our condo today but only because I didn't leave the place yesterday. And what before my eyes should appear but a pain in the ass in the name of snow.

I'm not certain when I began to hate snow. It surely wasn't when I was in grade or high school. When it came down in never before seen amounts we got a day off school. Actually, in the 50's and 60's the 'no school' volume of snow wouldn't be enough to fill the Arctic. We were tough back then.

I know people who absolutely love the powder; the more the better. Most of these live in Wisconsin and Minnesota. They'll say rosary's hoping for massive amounts. Some of you might say, "Yeah, but it's in their genes" and you'd be wrong. For Minnesotans snow means snowmobiles. But wait. I'm not finished. The beauty of these trail blazers is there'll be a group of 15 or twenty and they drive along until they hit a tavern. After an hour they'll take off in search of----------another tavern and on and on and on until it's 2 a. and the bistros close unless they find a guy they know who owns one of these beer havens. 

We have friends who used to live across our lake place in the Land of 1,000 Taxes. One night they decided to snowmobile across a portion of our 5,000 acre lake. He was driving, His wife rode behind. They went happily off toward, where else, a bar located two miles on the other side of Ten Mile Lake. When my buddy arrived he shut off the engine and turned to ask his wife a question. He looked hither and yon but there was no spouse. She'd fallen off as soon as he left their place. There is nothing worse than a women scorned, or dropped off in the middle of the night on a John Deere.

Charlie and I braved the elements this afternoon and made a trip to Kroger Food. We didn't really need food staples. I had the urge to get out of the house and I know Charlie had the urge, if you know what I mean.

The Dublin snow plows must've had the Covid today because there were many places no same man dare go, specifically called streets. One great aspect of this century is most all people have phones so when I stop to ask if they need a push or pull from some godforsaken snow bank they'll tell me "help is on the way." Just because I ask to help doesn't mean I want to. 

I'd like to say, in my life, I've had wonderful experiences and relationships because of massive amounts of white stuff. I'd like to say I helped Shania Twain get out of a snow bank and she gave me her business card but I can't. Every snow adventure I've had has turned into something akin to The Great Plague. The only item on this list would be I didn't die. Worse yet, the results cost what I didn't have a lot of and that's called money.

Know what I don't see anymore? It's kids carrying shovels going door to door to ask people to get the snow off their sidewalks. Why is this? In the 50's Dick Musser and I made our Christmas present money doing these jobs and after we'd bought our gifts we had enough cash to go to the 'Y' and buy a bottle of coke and drop Planter's peanuts in it.

My neighbor across the street from our 11th street home lived on a corner lot. Muss and I would get $1.50 total to do their walk. It was a kings ransom. I've done walks for as much as $5.00 and as little as 15 cents(what a chincy old bag she was). I just don't understand why kids won't shovel. Does everyone have a snow blower? Are kids so hooked on their game boys they feel put on to be asked to do that one thing hated---work?

I really shouldn't complain about this winter weather. Without the fluff I'd be sitting around, looking at my computer while listening to a television time waster show. With this snow I'll be doing the same.

And so it goes.