Sunday, January 29, 2012
Years ago, when the L.Kane Store still sold groceries and fuel, there was a sign prominently displayed on the back wall of the office. You couldn't miss it if you entered. It said simply, "Those requesting credit in this establishment will be pummeled repeatedly with punishing blows about the head and shoulders!" I loved that sign. Unfortunately it was more humorous than factual because everyone and his brother would come in, give the manager a sob story and walk out with hundreds of dollars worth of goods or fuel which only occasionally was paid back. As you can imagine, the store eventually closed down; however, I'm not here to write about credit or Kane's or humorous signs,I'm here to write about this blasted snow. I've been shoveling massive quantities for days- so much so that I have almost nowhere else to pile it. The bottom picture shows the scene on my front porch. The snow that has slid off the roof is piled so high we almost don't have any room left to see outside. To say that I'm sick of this would be the understatement of the century. I wonder if I could hire Al Gore to come shovel my roof off for a day or two. I want him to experience global warming first hand. I had to climb up there a few days ago to get some of the weight off. The snow was up to my waist in some places and was getting kind of heavy. To complicate matters, it's a steel roof, so if I dug down to the steel, I'd lose my footing and start to slide. It probably wouldn't have hurt too bad, falling into a huge snow bank, but getting out would have been quite the challenge. By the time I got done shoveling I felt like a band of angry Pygmies had pummeled me repeatedly about the head and shoulders with punishing blows. My back and legs weren't feeling any too good either. The exertion of all that shoveling had me sweating in my coveralls, while my hands and feet were about to freeze. Oh how I love winter. The top picture shows the tools necessary to deal with the onslaught of snow- shovel, ice scraper, broom and ice melt. I should hook up my weed burner and start melting some of it, but I'd probably catch the house or truck on fire. Of course if that happened I'd have to move somewhere else for awhile, probably somewhere warmer, like Key West. I try to brush the extra snow off my boots before I enter the foyer, but inevitably some of the snow clings to the tread of my boots and drops on the linoleum. Of course it melts and I always manage to step in the frigid puddle with my socks. A guy could go through a dozen pairs of dry socks a day when the weather is like this outside. To add to my misery, the weather man keeps promising it's going to rain. Today is Sunday. It was supposed to warm up and rain last Friday, then it was going to rain today, now it's supposed to happen on Tuesday. Hope deferred makes the heart sick. I really wish it would rain, it would knock down some of this snow. Of course the streets would be solid ice, but I'd be willing to put up with that for awhile, at least you don't have to shovel the rain.