Sunday, January 24, 2016
Today I am grateful for snow removers. All kinds. Big diggers. Big men. Little men. Snow shovels. Snow blowers. Brooms. Dust pans. Magic fairy sprinkles. Anything that clears a path.
I was up at 4:30 this morning, ready to sit in the recliner and read my book in the still of a snow covered morning. I had not even settled in before I noticed the blinking lights of the snow removal minions, Hi-Ho-ing all over the frozen tundra like the Seven Dwarfs to my warm-in-the-house Snow White.
It must be the “Willie” gene (my dad) because I could not tear my eyes off the process. . .staring out the window and marveling at their every move. Each new digger, front end loader, plow, made me palpitate with excitement. I wanna drive one of those big diggers so badly I can taste it! Bucket list!!! I love the big yellow scoop that says, “Avalanche” in huge white letters across the face. Vroom-Vroom!
I watched that guy shift and adjust and maneuver that behemoth, turning it on a dime, popping wheelies, spinning out on the ice, until I was exhausted! From 5a.m. to 1:30 p.m! Oh, I read the book. A little. And I took pictures. A lot. And I baked brownies and put the coffee outside for the crew. But mostly I watched the snow removers do an amazing job. With the big-digger of my dreams.
Willie-Dad would be proud. . .except he would have been out there directing them personally. . . “Keep ‘er coming! Yer good! You got ‘er!”. . .not taking sissy-ass pictures from a window. Vroom-Vroom!