Weekend Recap & Week Forecast

Saturday

Well, in Southern Ontario, it snowed. Boy, did it ever snow. It didn’t just fall from the sky. the wind blew it around. I shoveled in the morning and then the wind blew it all back. I shoveled in the afternoon and then the wind blew it all back. In the evening, screw that, I stayed inside and relaxed.

Sunday

I awoke to find that all my clocks were an hour behind. Damn you daylight savings time. I also noticed it was sunny outside and the snow had stopped falling. Now, the real shovelling can begin. I strapped on my boots and my earmuff-sized headphones and headed out, shovel in hand. I shoveled and I shoveled. With my iPod on shuffle, I just let it decide what rhythm for me to work with. Nick Cave’s slow piano-based stuff, not so good to shovel the driveway. Not even the track Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow. But that is why I’ve got T.Rex on my iPod. T.Rex is great music for shoveling the driveway. Tennessee Ernie Ford has got nothing on Marc Bolan.

The highest the snow in my driveway rose to was between knee and waist high. Except for the buildup created by the streetplow. The snow itself was the fluffy light kind. Easy to shovel, but very likely to get blown back into my face if the wind picks up.

By around lunchtime, I was done the driveway. The walk upto the front door, that can wait until Monday night. That will be pretty difficult even though it’s a pretty short walk; I had to shovel snow from the driveway into the walk. The highest point, the snow is about five, five and half feet high.

After lunch, I went out for a drive. The roads were pretty clean. I did some errand type stuff. I ended up at Yorkdale, got a coffee-ish beverage. I casually walked around the mall, looked into a couple of stores and a couple of window displays. The mannequins never cease to amaze me. It is not only that the mannequin is dressed like a hooker, it is even posed like a hooker. Call me a prude, but who the eff would actually wear such clothing (or lack there of)? The store’s name is Guess. I stood there trying to think of how much I should leave on the nightstand. Then I thought to myself “Aww, screw it. I’ve got better things to do with my time than guess how much that hooker wants for a plastic bj.” Class, your name is not Marciano.

This Week’s Forecast

This week is March Break for all the kidlets around town. As for me, other than my usual dosage of work, work and more work, I plan on getting some more shoveling done. I want to clear the walk to the front door. I’m not really sure where I can put the snow. If I just pile it up beside, it will make a wall of pure snow. Other than that, I don’t think I’ll be doing much. The diet hasn’t gone well. I pigged out much of Saturday, but it hasn’t shown on my waist. The shoveling must be provided a decent workout. So I’m going to keep on shoveling. Maybe I’ll do the backyard too. I’ve noticed the cat has burrowed a mineshaft in the snow to get in and out of the petdoor in his little house.

Have a great week everybody and if you live somewhere that didn’t feel the snow, I feel bad for you. You’re missing out on a lot of fun.

Tags: Fashion, Hell