Due diligence? Not quite
Today, I had a small moment of troubled conscience. A twinge, really; weather related. My front walk isn’t always as clear of snow as it could be. In the absence of a personal flame thrower, I have to use a shovel, and… well, it just doesn’t rank as high on the scale of “really important” as it did when we lived in the city.
Neighbours, (or the shame of the neighbours noticing) was a strong motivator. It wasn’t seen as PC (politically correct, not the political party kind) to let the winter’s precipitation stay untouched. To be fair, I do attack the piles, here, just not as diligently. After all, the front door serves to shepherd the hound to and fro. The arrival of a postal person is so rare that I should start another calendar on the refrigerator, just for confirmed sightings. And, given the “provincial holiday”, I didn’t expect any parcel delivery today. I got fooled. The dog was reeled back into the house, and I stayed by the door (barefoot) in case of need. There wasn’t any need; a box containing more snowshoes was relevant, but hardly newsworthy.
And we don’t get any more unexpected holidays for, well, weeks more.
Given that I now treat every day as a holiday, I should be forgiven. If we get another big storm, I’m prepared (physically and mentally). If we don’t… snowshoes. An abundance. You would think we lived in a winter wonderland, rather than a rural location where climate change has upset the predictions completely. Someone asked (on FB), if winter was almost over. The comments were split right down the middle.
