Former friends husband, now retired from DOT, did snowplow duty. It's hard work. I have mad respect for them and do whatever is in my power to make their job easier. They loved me at my old condo complex as the minute I heard the plow, I was running outside to move my car. I was in an "end" space and wanted to be sure they had a place to push the snow. One time, the driver pointed out that my pants were on inside out. Good times...
You are very fortunate. We never get the paper the day of a storm, period, never mind in time. But at least I can read it online even though I prefer the actual paper in my hands.
Growing up we lived on a circle and had the burden of a hill of snow pushed to our driveway. As we grew up and moved out, my mom called the town and told them how hard this was and the driver made a note to push it to the side, thankfully. This was the days of big storms and no snowblowers.
Losing power with heavy snow is always the concern and that did not seem to be an issue this week. So we are grateful.
Several years ago Fred, a Zen Buddhist, struck up an unlikely relationship with a local fire and brimstone preacher. For a stretch of years, Fred and his band played a number of concerts in town to benefit the preacher’s food program. Consequently, we have the highest concentration of FredHeads in the state. Two hundred people singing along with the chorus of “Alcohol and Pills” while sitting in the pews of preacher’s church was a bit of an out of body concert experience. I guess you had to be there.
Respect and love every day to the workers whose unconsidered diligence and experience makes the world navigable. I wish we had more respect for them in the US, and more willingness to pay them, and pay more of them.
I am finding it striking in Yorkshire-- and this week in the environs of Paris-- how different a city is when labor is hired and honored. Very much better candidates for "city on a hill," I'm telling you.
Former friends husband, now retired from DOT, did snowplow duty. It's hard work. I have mad respect for them and do whatever is in my power to make their job easier. They loved me at my old condo complex as the minute I heard the plow, I was running outside to move my car. I was in an "end" space and wanted to be sure they had a place to push the snow. One time, the driver pointed out that my pants were on inside out. Good times...
An old neighbor did that job for the state. During snowstorms, he'd be gone for days.
You are very fortunate. We never get the paper the day of a storm, period, never mind in time. But at least I can read it online even though I prefer the actual paper in my hands.
Growing up we lived on a circle and had the burden of a hill of snow pushed to our driveway. As we grew up and moved out, my mom called the town and told them how hard this was and the driver made a note to push it to the side, thankfully. This was the days of big storms and no snowblowers.
Losing power with heavy snow is always the concern and that did not seem to be an issue this week. So we are grateful.
I cannot understand how snowplowe drivers do not see the piles. Santa was wonderful to me in that regard.
Ok, not as upbeat as a Snowplow Santa but nonetheless, a great song by Fred Eaglesmith from Ontario, Canada. Fred’s a great songwriter/storyteller.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SDmUFh8ctHg&pp=ygUhRnJlZCBFYWdsZXNtaXRoIGN1bWJlcmxhbmQgY291bnR5
Drove some around the farms and woods that surround town yesterday. Reminded me that I’ve been missing the snow cover.
Oh. LOVE THIS!
Several years ago Fred, a Zen Buddhist, struck up an unlikely relationship with a local fire and brimstone preacher. For a stretch of years, Fred and his band played a number of concerts in town to benefit the preacher’s food program. Consequently, we have the highest concentration of FredHeads in the state. Two hundred people singing along with the chorus of “Alcohol and Pills” while sitting in the pews of preacher’s church was a bit of an out of body concert experience. I guess you had to be there.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iz7LtruHGRo&pp=ygUhRnJlZCBFYWdsZXNtaXRoIGFsY29ob2wgYW5kIHBpbGxz
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fhW3OyifFBE&pp=ygUQc2ltcHNvbnMgbXIgcGxvdw%3D%3D
Some things you cannot unsee.
Respect and love every day to the workers whose unconsidered diligence and experience makes the world navigable. I wish we had more respect for them in the US, and more willingness to pay them, and pay more of them.
I am finding it striking in Yorkshire-- and this week in the environs of Paris-- how different a city is when labor is hired and honored. Very much better candidates for "city on a hill," I'm telling you.