Let’s continue on with the ‘things I just don’t get’ theme of the previous honker post, shall we?
I really love snow. I’ve mentioned it enough times here that I I’m stating the obvious, aren’t I? There does come a time in every snow-lovers year when you are ready to see it go. It’s like turning a switch on (or off, depending on what side of the snow fence you sit on); one day I’m nagging Hubby to go skiing one last time and the next I’m itching to be in my garden.
But no matter how badly I want the snow to melt, I will never go to the lengths of one of my co-workers. I believe you just need to be patient with some things and let them happen naturally. Her… well, her and her husband have been shovelling snow for the past two weeks.
“But … It hasn’t even snowed!”, you might say, with a puzzled look on your face.
And yes, you would be right. In fact, it hasn’t snowed in weeks. The snow is mostly gone here but sad piles of melting snowbank remnants are still sticking around.
Enter: the snowbank in front of my co-worker’s house. Yes, this is the snow they have spent the last week shovelling onto the lawn or driveway. Shovelling the snow for the second time. Okay, just making sure you got that.
Now, the reasoning behind this is that spread-out snow will melt faster than if it is in a pile that is several feet high. Will the snow actually melt faster? Absolutely it will. I am not disputing the science behind it. I would lose.
What makes me shake my head at this is the fact that someone would willingly shovel snow for the second time. Wait, let me back up to make sure you understand … I am talking about a woman that complained to me every god damn day of winter about the amount of snow. Having to drive in it. Having to shovel it. Having to watch it fall. Now that the snow is nearly gone, she complains about having to shovel it for a second time so it melts faster?!
Here’s another science lesson for the kids out there: The snow will melt on its own.
I also find myself wondering if I should start sharing my list of things to do with her. How much time do you have on your hands if you’re shoveling a snow bank?! I would be glad to share my housework. No? Laundry? I could bring my mending into work?
Sigh. Some things I am just not meant to understand.
To her credit (and the discredit of many, many others), she is by no means the only person who uses this snowbank-whittling technique. And she is retired. So yeah, if you don’t have a list of things to do that extends across the living room when you’re reitred, then kudos to you.
But might I suggest Pilates? Sudoku? Watercolor? Photography?