By Richard Peterson
We haven’t had any snow yet that’s moved in to stay for the winter.
We’ve had some minor dustings, but that snow has disappeared. Maybe by the time this reaches you we’ll finally have snow blanketing the ground. Here’s an item which appeared in the Blaine County Journal at Chinook, Mont. that deals with snow:
Diary Of A Snow Shoveler
December 8: It started to snow at 6 p.m. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window, watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. It was so romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!
December 9: We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I’ve ever had. Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. Did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!
December 12: The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry, we’ll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we’ll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I’ll never want to see snow again. I don’t think that’s possible. Bob is such a nice man. I’m glad he’s our neighbor.
December 14: Snow, lovely snow! Eight inches last night. The temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn’t realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I’ll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish I wouldn’t huff and puff so.
December 15: Twenty inches are forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4×4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife’s car and two extra shovels.
Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that’s silly. We aren’t in Alaska, after all.
December 16: Ice storm this morning. Fell on my butt on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. It hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.
December 17: Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for five hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should’ve bought a wood stove, but won’t admit it to her. I hate it when she’s right. I can’t believe I’m freezing to death in my own living room.
December 20: The electricity’s back on, but we had another 14" of the stuff last night. More shoveling. Took all day; freakin’ snowplow came by twice. I tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they’re too busy playing hockey. I think they’re lying. I called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they’re out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they’re lying. Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he’s lying.
December 22: Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white crap fell today, and it’s so cold it probably won’t melt until August. It took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to pee. By the time I got undressed, peed and dressed again, I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter, but he says he’s too busy. I think he’s lying.
December 23: Only two inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0.
The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning.
What is she . . . nuts??? Why didn’t she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she’s darn well lying.
December 24: Six more inches. The snow is packed so hard by the snowplow, I broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son-of-a-gun who drives that snowplow, I’ll drag him through the snow by his cojones. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I’ve just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was busy watching for the freakin’ snowplow.
December 25: Merry Christmas. Twenty more inches of the @#$%A8c slop tonight. Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. How I hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she’s an idiot. If I have to watch "It’s a Wonderful Life" one more time, I’m going to kill her.
December 26: Still snowed in. Why did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She’s really getting on my nerves.
December 27: Temperature dropped to below zero and the pipes froze.
December 28: Warmed up to above -50. Still snowed in. My wife is driving me crazy!
December 29: Ten more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That’s the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?
December 30: The roof caved in. The snowplow driver is suing me for a million dollars for the bump on his head. The wife went home to her mother. Nine inches of snow is predicted.
December 31: Set fire to what’s left of the house. No more shoveling!
January 8: I feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?