We have another big snowstorm blowing through, so she’s getting worried. She decides that this morning “we” need to drag out the roof rake and scrape off the heavier accumulations.
“But I’ve got a heart condition,” I said. Usually that’s enough.
Nope. Needs to be done.
I broke out the newest excuse: “But my vestibular instability!”
Didn’t work. She said she’d watch me through the window in case I staggered and fell into a crevasse.
So that’s how I ended up slowly circumnavigating around the house through thigh- and waist-deep snow drifts, wielding a 6- or 7-meter aluminum pole with a metal rake at the end, making snow thump down off the roof, only falling face-first twice, and eventually sinking into a mountain of snow to freeze to death and lie there entombed in ice until the spring. The blog will be on indefinite hiatus.
It’s peaceful in here. Quiet. No computers, no phones. All appetites suspended. Try it, you might like it.