An Overabundance Of Snow
Enough Already!

All right, let’s get the syrupy stuff out of the way, snow does look very pretty when it is falling down. It covers up a lot of man-made defects. That’s true, but reality hits hard once it is on the ground, on your driveway, your stairs, and the sidewalk in front of your house. I just finished my second ninety-minute shift of shovelling so far today. The temperature is ten degrees below freezing, the wind is blowing, and it is still snowing. Already a foot of snow has fallen. What about a snow-blower you might ask. Well, the heavy-duty ones are all gas-guzzling polluting monsters. There are no reliable electric ones as yet capable of removing over six inches of the whiteness. So manual snow removal is the order of the day for my wife and me.
Now there are many people in my part of the country who love winter sports, especially skiers for whom this storm is a godsend. The natural packed powder makes for the best ski conditions for these enthusiasts. Kids like it if it means school is cancelled for the day. Sledding can be exciting, but there are no sleds any more in this household. Unless you count snow shovelling as a sport, which you would be crazy to do, the snow is neither fun nor adventurous. On the contrary, it makes for treacherous driving conditions even with all-wheel drive. Then there are other aggravations. Such as the people, and there are all too many of them in our town, who only clear their own driveways. This often means creating walls of snow blocking the sidewalk. Having a dog who despite the weather insists on his three walks a day, means having to walk in the streets which are narrowed because of the mounds of snow on both sides of the road. And, of course, drivers don’t want to slow down for mere pedestrians. More importantly, it makes for dangerous walking for kids going to school. Then there are the town snowplows. The drivers of which seem to like nothing better than to block your driveway entrance after you have already cleared it. It has happened four times already today. Sigh!
There are some redeeming features that come out of the storm experiences. There are neighbours who help shovel or snow blow the walks and driveways of nearby elderly residents. People helping others always brings a warm feeling to my otherwise frozen self. Another benefit is that snow shovelling is a mindless activity that paradoxically requires total awareness, living in the moment, and thus can be relaxing. That effect lasts until you are finished and every part of your body starts to ache.
There is possibly one more positive thing that could come out of this miserable weather. When next we visit our grandchildren, they might invite me to join in with them on a snowball fight, or let me use one of their sleds I might even help them build a snow person. I am easily tempted to relive my childhood activities through and with them.
Now it is time to gird my loins and go back out and shovel.





