Last week saw our first significant snow-fall and the enthusiastic words I spouted upon my autumnal arrival at the begining of October — such as, "I can't wait for winter!" and "No, really, I'm looking forward to shovelling snow!" — now required that I put up or eat those words with an enormous helping of Corvidae.
I found myself in a similar situation last week. I'll grumble about having to do it, even though I actually do enjoy it (and even though my cats mock me by lazing in the windows and watching each an every scoop of the shovel).
My neighbours would never be so kind, not even if I were missing both my arms. Last winter, the fellow next door watched me try to flag down passing cars from my driveway so I could give my uncooperative car battery a boost. After a few minutes, he started his own car and I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight: "Good luck with that."
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dancing_serpent
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Date: 2009-12-15 06:34 pm (UTC)I found myself in a similar situation last week. I'll grumble about having to do it, even though I actually do enjoy it (and even though my cats mock me by lazing in the windows and watching each an every scoop of the shovel).
My neighbours would never be so kind, not even if I were missing both my arms. Last winter, the fellow next door watched me try to flag down passing cars from my driveway so I could give my uncooperative car battery a boost. After a few minutes, he started his own car and I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight: "Good luck with that."