I've shoveled the entire driveway for the first time after living in New England for more than three years, and here are a few rules I've created for myself:
Never fling where you scoop. There's a similar, equally important, saying about going potty.
Shoveling in a snowstorm is a Sisyphean feat. Get zen with it or become a recluse 'til spring.
You may think you hear the snowplow coming down your road. The sound is something akin to a desert mirage; it will never arrive.
Always wear a belt while shoveling, otherwise your pants will fall down and your bum will be snowflaked. However sexy that may sound, it is not.
Never move to a place where it snows if you do not have, or are not in hopes of possessing, flat abs and Popeye-like biceps.
You may quite happily move to a snowy land if you are wealthy enough to hire someone with the afore mentioned qualities-- and then you may have the added joy of watching that person's pants fall down.
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Next time perhaps my thoughts will be more poetic. In the meantime, here's a link to Billy Collins's poem, "Shoveling Snow with Buddha."
Never fling where you scoop. There's a similar, equally important, saying about going potty.
Shoveling in a snowstorm is a Sisyphean feat. Get zen with it or become a recluse 'til spring.
You may think you hear the snowplow coming down your road. The sound is something akin to a desert mirage; it will never arrive.
Always wear a belt while shoveling, otherwise your pants will fall down and your bum will be snowflaked. However sexy that may sound, it is not.
Never move to a place where it snows if you do not have, or are not in hopes of possessing, flat abs and Popeye-like biceps.
You may quite happily move to a snowy land if you are wealthy enough to hire someone with the afore mentioned qualities-- and then you may have the added joy of watching that person's pants fall down.
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Next time perhaps my thoughts will be more poetic. In the meantime, here's a link to Billy Collins's poem, "Shoveling Snow with Buddha."
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