He's never been a messy eater before, but he's got a fine snowbib on, just in case. Maybe that's just his
way of saying that he wants lobster for dinner this time. I'll go check the fishtank, but I think my lobster
supply is pretty low. Maybe he'll be okay with pizza again.
I'll let you know how dinner with Max goes. I suppose I should also go clear off the driveway,
just so I'll be ready when the roads eventually do get plowed.
There's a few feet of snow out there
and, as far as I've been able to tell, no particularly thin areas, but I've got my secret weapon ready
to go: a trash can. I always see stores selling "snow shovels" which seem to be the most useless
and flimsily-made devices for snow removal ever developed. Well, except for those little plastic
sandwich picks that look like miniature swords and come in a variety of primary colors (or, I bet
even silver and gold, though I don't actually have any of those in my own kitchen). Those are
worse for clearing driveways than even the bizarre bent-handle "back friendly" snow shovels,
though not by much.
A trash can, on the other hand--especially one of the large squarish ones--is actually capable of
carrying a decent quantity of snow. The only disadvantage is that it's not so good for throwing
(unless you're throwing the trashcan along *with* the snow),
so you have to resort to dumping its contents off to the side or wherever it won't interfere with
your future plans. Not that this puts the noble trashcan at a competitive disadvantage with respect
to the inaptly-named "snow shovel" because those are equally unsuited for flinging. Especially
the "back friendly" flavor. For flinging, I have an old coal scoop--like a regular square-nosed
shovel, but a fair bit larger.
Not that you really needed (or wanted) to hear about my snow-moving habits or radical
anti-snow-shovel views, but like most household chores, talking about doing them
is a fair sight easier than actually buckling down and doing them, especially
with the way the wind's been blowing today.
But that's about all there is to say about that. 'Spose I'll get started with the snow.
...um...right after I go check for lobster again. There could be some there now. It could happen.