Mother Nature has been in a bit of a mood the past couple of days. It’s probably menopause. Everybody’s talking about how she keeps having hot flashes. I just wish she wouldn’t take it out on us.
On days like this, I picture her looking very much like a bingo player. The sort of cantankerous woman who nags away at you, while she stays in her bathrobe and curlers until it’s time to go reserve her lucky chair at the bingo hall and surround herself with troll dolls, pictures of her grandkids and a wall of dabbers.
So Mother Nature has been a bit of a grouch and has decided to dump a bunch of snow on us. Not the nice fluffy stuff, but the wet sloppy gross kind that makes you skid into the curb, potentially bending your wheel rim. (Which I did, because I’m not just a loser of weight...I’m a loser, just generally.)
I shouldn’t complain. We’ve actually been pretty lucky with the weather this year and haven’t been dumped on too much. As I’ve pointed out before, shovelling snow is GREAT exercise and that has been my workout the past couple of days. I helped to clear a bit of my parent’s driveway and then I helped to clear a bit of ours. It’s hard work and involves the whole body. Depending on how aggressive you are with it, it can be good cardio too. Just don’t give yourself a heart attack.
I’m hungry; we’re going for supper soon. I may or may not make a healthy choice.