Early this morning I faced my fear.
With some challenging digging out to do
This shovel above
For this intimidating and scary snow blower
It wasn't voluntary, I was kind of forced in to it.
My neighbor knocked on the door this morning as I was peacefully sipping my coffee and making breakfast for my boys. He said I better get out there soon, the snow was turning in to sleet and it was getting heavy.
I hurried to get dressed and went outside ready to shovel.
And there it was, the snow blower.
My neighbor had taken the cover off and started it.
"You know how to use this, right?"
"Ehh, not really."
"Here, I'll show you."
"But, I can shovel. I like to."
"It's getting heavy and the piles are high, you're better off with this. Come on, it's easy."
And so it happened. Four years I have managed to avoid this monster with various excuses.
For example, it's better environmentally to shovel.
And, the exercise and fresh air that comes with shoveling is great.
Plus, S always seem to find his way out there first (I wonder why) after heavy snow falls.
I could actually make the excuse-list fairly long. If I don't want to to something, I'm the master of excuses. But I won't bore you.
S is going to be so surprised when I tell him I used the snow blower. And so proud.
Unless... Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Or am I unusually suspicious?
I will be listening carefully to his reaction when I call him at work and tell him.
He couldn't have planned this with my neighbor.
He's not that clever, is he?