As I was finally shovelling the snow in front of my house today, two people commented on it. (SIDENOTE: I probably would not have cleared the walkways if it was not 54° outside somehow,as opposed to, say, -8°.)
The first was a neighborhood kid from across the street that always beats the ever-living shit out of my door and doorbell when he wants to shovel the snow or cut my grass. This is a routine we share because if I do answer, I tell him, “no, I’m gonna do it” (and usually don’t), or I don’t answer at all due to hangover/overall laziness. I had dreams of making perpetual use of his services a few years back. It was a world where I never had to pull out the mower or shovel ever again, but he blew it by not doing that great of a job. (Two caveats: I did pay him $10 before I left, and it was the second snowfall on top of ice, but still…)
Today, he started with, “Need help?”
“No, I’m gonna do it.”
Then he followed with, “Don’t you think it’s a little late to shovel now?”
To which I snapped back, “At least it’s getting done.” If I had faith the temperature would have melted it all, I wouldn’t have put forth the effort, but it is Michigan.
The second encounter I had was with the mail carrier, and it was because of her I was doing this at all.
“A little late, aren’t you?” she started. It has been over a week since the snow fell twice and turned to ice. “You get my letter?” Every year, the mail carrier and I also share a dance – I wait for the snow to melt; the mail carrier gives me form letters telling me to shovel my snow before it melts.
“It always melts after the snowfall. This one just took a little longer to happen.”
She gave me a look as she gave me the mail.
“It’s a weird day. I could be shovelling snow in shorts.”
“I’ll take this weather anytime.”
I wished her a Happy New Year’s and we made peace. At least ’til the next snow fall.
P.S. …I think I’m going to start having deliveries come to my office in the new year.