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susandennisIt seems the world is divided into two camps - those with lots and lots of snow and us. Better than the usual camps of those who want Americans to go to other countries and kill people and us.
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joyofmacs has spent the morning shoveling snow and estis talks about digging his car out. The digging of the car is something I can grasp but the snow shoveling has always been a confusion for me.
Once, when I was married, we had a beautiful snow on a Saturday morning. This was in Charlotte, North Carolina - we didn't see much snow - more than Seattle, but not much. It was about 6-8 inches and it was just wonderful. We had food in the house and booze and no where we needed to go. It was a perfect snow and I was really enjoying just looking at it. When all of a sudden my husband comes in from the front yard. He's standing in front of me announcing that he has made the ultimate sacrifice for me. He's shoveled the front walk for me. I looked out the window and yes, he had totally ruined the beautiful snow! I was so pissed. Why oh why?!!! He was a bit dumbfounded at my reaction. But, to this day, I cannot understand snow shoveling.
When I lived in Minnesota, there was lots and lots of snow - I was in heaven. (I only lived there 18 months but I managed to make it over 2 winters). There was no snow shoveling. We walked on top of snow. It was pretty darned easy. And it kept everything pretty.
I remember driving was easy too. First of all it was an amazingly flat place. But if you skidded off the road, you just skidded into a snowbank. Some kind Minnesotan (and there were tons of those) came along and got you out and on you went.
joyofmacs has spent the morning shoveling snow and estis talks about digging his car out. The digging of the car is something I can grasp but the snow shoveling has always been a confusion for me. Once, when I was married, we had a beautiful snow on a Saturday morning. This was in Charlotte, North Carolina - we didn't see much snow - more than Seattle, but not much. It was about 6-8 inches and it was just wonderful. We had food in the house and booze and no where we needed to go. It was a perfect snow and I was really enjoying just looking at it. When all of a sudden my husband comes in from the front yard. He's standing in front of me announcing that he has made the ultimate sacrifice for me. He's shoveled the front walk for me. I looked out the window and yes, he had totally ruined the beautiful snow! I was so pissed. Why oh why?!!! He was a bit dumbfounded at my reaction. But, to this day, I cannot understand snow shoveling.
When I lived in Minnesota, there was lots and lots of snow - I was in heaven. (I only lived there 18 months but I managed to make it over 2 winters). There was no snow shoveling. We walked on top of snow. It was pretty darned easy. And it kept everything pretty.
I remember driving was easy too. First of all it was an amazingly flat place. But if you skidded off the road, you just skidded into a snowbank. Some kind Minnesotan (and there were tons of those) came along and got you out and on you went.
