Jan 27, 2011

Snow Day


More           snow. Do you feel the foul language between the words "more" and "snow"? Ugh, it's too early in the winter to be feeling as mentally snowed in as I felt this morning when faced with nineteen inches of snow at my doorstep, so I forced myself to welcome the snow with open arms (for the record this is as easy as smiling in the heat of an argument). I reminded myself that I love snow. I repeated this thirty-seven times to commit it to memory. I took pictures of the felted tree branches hanging over my stoop to make myself notice, and acknowledge, their beauty. Then, I sang to my shovel.
"Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work.
Oh don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work.
Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work
Or you'll end up where you came from like the rest of us
Diggin', diggin', diggin' ...
And don't forget your shoes and socks and shirt and tie and all.
No don't forget your shoes and socks and shirt and tie and all ...

Mr Murphy's afraid you'll make a claim if you take a fall.
("how's it goin'" "not too bad")
We want to go to Heaven but we're always diggin holes.
Oh we want to go to Heaven but we're always diggin holes.
 Yeah we want to go to Heaven but we're always diggin holes.
well there's one thing you can say...we know where we are goin'...
("any chance of a start?" "no" "okay")
And if you want to do it... don't you do it against the wall.
If you want to do it... don't you do it against the wall.
Never seen a toilet on a building site at all.
There's a she'd up in the corner where they won't see you at all.
("mind your sandwiches")
..."
It worked! I'd forgotten just how much I love this song, and before long I was sweating up a storm as I sang (just like Christy Moore himself) and scattering snow like a sheepdog scatters sheep. I took advantage of the slow pace forced upon passersby to smile and say good morning. I talked weather—past, present, future, domestic, and international—with the dentist next door. I tipped my shovel to young fellas out trying to make a few bucks shoveling driveways, and I even spontaneously, and anonymously, shoveled a neighbor's sidewalk and steps! I felt only love for my neighbors up the road who ALWAYS shovel/decorate by dawn and then judge everyone else on the block (ahem, me) who doesn't pull their weight as fast. Yes—only love.

It's supposed to snow again this weekend. I'll be watching the video of Christy Moore's "Don't Forget Your Shovel" before I face it (possibly barechested). Maybe you should watch it, too, to help you whistle as you work your way through the end of this week ...


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