Sunday, February 8, 2015

The Uncertainty of a Professional Snow Shoveler




The Uncertainty of a Professional Snow Shoveler

Sometimes you work during the day, sometimes at night,
Sometimes you work a lot of hours, sometimes only a few,
Sometimes you wake up to find more snow than predicted, sometimes less,
Sometimes you even wake up to find no snow,
Sometimes you can to push the snow, sometimes you need to scoop it,
Sometimes it’s light and fluffy; sometimes it’s wet cement,
Sometimes it’s nice and warm; sometimes it’s brutally cold,
Sometimes it’s still snowing while you work; sometimes it’s sleeting or raining,
Sometimes the shovel just breaks,
Sometimes you are dressed just right, sometimes you are not, thank god for layers,
Sometimes you need to do a lot of extra shoveling, because that someone left cars in the driveway,
Sometimes the next day is full of a lot of hurt, sometimes it’s not,
Sometimes you hit a mailbox and it breaks,
Sometimes you watch the forecast and see all the snow is going to New England, and you say but what about us, sometimes you say, please god, not us,
Sometimes you have something else to do, but instead, you now need to shovel,
Sometimes the dog comes out to play with you, sometimes it comes out to bark at you,
Sometimes your fellow shoveler talks too much, sometimes nothing at all,
Sometimes you eat all you food before lunchtime,
Sometimes people flag you down because they too need a shoveler, sometimes you show up to find the shoveling has already been done,
Sometimes you slip on the ice, ouch,
Sometimes you feel like you are the only person outside,
Sometimes it’s eerily quiet, sometimes the wind howls loudly,
Sometimes the moon is very bright, sometimes it’s pitch black darkness,
Sometimes the township plow guy piles all the snow at the entrance to the driveway, that’s a bummer or worse yet, plows all the snow along the city sidewalk that still needs to be shoveled,
Sometimes it’s just a great few hours of exercise, and a sense of accomplishment, sometimes you say that’s it, no more shoveling for me,
Sometimes you can’t wait for the next storm, sometimes spring just can’t come soon enough.

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