New Snow
It's on days like today when we have received at least 9 inches of new snow that I look out across the white landscape of suburbia and my heart goes out to those poor fools who don't have a snow blower. I almost weep to think what their backs and wrists must feel like after hand-shoveling the snow in their driveway and then re-shoveling the hard, compacted snow the plough has thrown 10+ feet into the end of their driveway and in front of the mailbox. I wonder what possessed them not to purchase such an item back when the first heavy snow hit central Wisconsin. They must have been ignorant of the winter that lay before them. They must have been temporarily insane or just too tight to spring for the implement. Ah well. My guess is that most have learned their lesson. Most have probably already gone out and purchased one. Most of the intelligent variety probably already have one, dripping the melting snow in their garage as a gleaming badge of functional honor, proudly awaiting, almost anticipating the next heavy snow fall, ready to roar back into life and once again save their owner from a back-breaking, wrist-wringing struggle. Most, I say, but alas, not me.