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\nWe can count the flakes as it snows and snows.
\nWe can’t get hurt. It melts and fades.
\n…
\nWas it only last week
\nwe made crazy promises,
\nmad as the snow?<\/em><\/center>
\nI couldn’t help by throw some lyrics in from my favorite song by Kitchens of Distinction<\/a>, titled “Mad as Snow.” I was nearly mad at the snow Thursday and Friday; I had a lot of it to shovel!<\/p>\n
I grew up in the Rockies and took a break during college to move back out and make a living (meager, yet fun) snowboarding. I started out shoveling snow but eventually did get to live out my “dream” of snowboarding all day and getting paid for it. The free season pass wasn’t bad, either! But I grew to enjoy shoveling snow as I embraced mountain living. 50 miles from the nearest city, one usually has to master a shovel! But I’m not 20 years old any more.<\/p>\n
I shoveled the drifts around our house, ignored the driveways, and made sure access to our rental property was restored on Thursday night. I woke up Friday to find that there was more snow than before! Grrrr. I got a text message from work saying not to come in, so I put that time to use with my trusty shovel again.<\/p>\n
This time I took a break in the middle of shoveling to storm off to a few area stores to “check out” snowblowers. Of course there weren’t any to be had, except some overpriced ones with plastic parts sure to break in the cold. Dejected, I made my way back home for more shoveling. Thank God I got through it, one scoop at a time. I could have done without the drifts, though.<\/p>\n
Today I chiseled off the driveways I’d previously ignored, after a run to a very busy Scheels Sports. My favorite Thomas Dolby live album in my iPod, an ice cold Cherry Coke in the driveway, and my Dakota Snow Blade kept me company as I chopped the now-packed snow into manageable chunks and cleared the slabs. To do all this with a shovel instead of a snowblower DOES seem as “Mad as Snow.” I’m just not mad AT the snow. Not yet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We can count the flakes as it snows and snows. We can’t get hurt. It melts and fades. … Was it only last week we made crazy promises, mad as the snow? I couldn’t help by throw some lyrics in … Continue reading