Well, I got through Sunday without coffee and now I’m working on day two. I’m waiting on plough guy to come by and set me free. I didn’t make it to work this morning due to a big drift at the end of the driveway that looks pretty deep. I’m not about to take my car through it and risk getting stuck, so I’m playing the waiting game.
Shane shovelled out the shop front last evening. He called to say the snow was up to the door knob, partly due to the downfall and the rest from the sidewalk machine that spits the snow all over the step. I find it a bit annoying to have snow plastered all over the building but what can you do. There’s nothing more annoying that shovelling it all out and then coming to work the next day and it’s worse. At least the fresh snow moves easily, the stuff the machine spits out turns rock solid and you need an ice pick and a mallet to loosen it. Most shovels today are made of plastic so they lack the guts to beat on hard snow, whereas years ago when the world made tools of metal that gave you a decent lifespan, you could have gone a few rounds with a tough pile of snow.
Well, I’m going to have a shower and hopefully I can break out of here for a few provisions. My first item will be to inhale a cup of coffee and then when I’m thinking straight I’ll go to work for a
few hours and then back home to cut knots out of my pup’s coats. Their groomer had surgery and was out of commission for a few months and my dogs are beyond shaggy. I’ve clipped away at them and it shows what an amateur I am but if I didn’t they would have looked like unsheared sheep by now. It got me thinking about what I will do with the guy retires. I think maybe I should learn to do it myself, take a course or practise until perfect. It’s not like they care if they are having a bad hair day, only I would know. I’m going to have the guy order a pair of professional shears for me to practice with. The groomer has ten years on me so the odds of him still doing this in twenty years are slim. I’m going to have to do the job myself or break in a new person. Sigh. I’m not good with change! I selfishly want all the people who take care of me to be around until I no longer need them so I should have looked for younger professionals instead of ones my age or older. I’m screwed!
People have often heard me say. In life there are four things you need to do. When you turn 50 or 60 find a new doctor, one fresh out of training. As you age that older doctor you had forever will retire and leave you just when you need them most. (Reminds me of Randy VanWarmer’s song, ”Just When I needed You Most”.)
You’re going to have to go out there and break in a new one, if you can find one accepting new patients. Also look for a dentist, a young pup fresh out of university so your teeth go to the grave with you. And two other important people to have in your life would be a carpenter and a plumber. Befriend these four professionals and you’ll get through this life as easily as going down a greased slide.
The perfect scenario would be to become one of these professionals yourself and then marry another one on the list to cut your needs down to two. Right now it would be nice to be best friends with a snowplough guy.
Well, plough guy came at 3:00. I watched him push the snow out of the way and for sure my vehicle wouldn’t have gone through it. So I’m off to the store and I guess this means I had another day off as it's too late to go into the shop now. Three days off in a row, that’s almosty a vacation!