I had some friends a long time ago who played football. I ran track and cross country, so we were often comparing our workouts. My football friends said that they had it bad. And what they described to me sounded pretty impressive. To hear them explain it, they were pushed to the limit in their practices.
That, however, wasn't the worst of it. At certain times of the year, they would have what they called "two-a-days." Their first practice of the day commenced early in the morning. Then after school, late in the day, it was time for their second practice. Two-a-days were intense, exhausting, maybe even unbearable. But they were required for those who were part of the team.
It's not the same thing, of course, but today was that kind of day. Wait . . . actually, what I did today was a "three-a-day." I've mentioned (a few times!) that we're in the midst of a pretty tough winter. I normally keep a count of the days that I have to blow snow; this year, I've completely lost count. Because of the intense winds and the blowing snow today, I've blown the driveway out three times today. Even if I'm not planning on going anywhere, I have this compulsion to know that I could get to the highway if I needed to. So, three times today I cleared the driveway.
Julie always tells me to wait until the wind stops blowing and the snow stops falling. And I see the logic in that. On the other hand, the snow gets deeper and deeper as time passes. Theoretically, it would be possible for the snow to be too much for my little blower. If that were to happen, we would be unable to reach the highway until May. As a result, I venture out from time to time to keep things manageable. Even so, today I dealt with three-foot drifts . . . three different times.
Three-a-days are no fun. Today was too much even for Shadow.
And the most sobering thought of all is this: the day isn't over yet.
Yes, it's entirely possible that this will be . . . a four-a-day.
I can't be sure, but I think that would be a record. At least for me . . .
Julie always tells me to wait until the wind stops blowing and the snow stops falling. And I see the logic in that. On the other hand, the snow gets deeper and deeper as time passes. Theoretically, it would be possible for the snow to be too much for my little blower. If that were to happen, we would be unable to reach the highway until May. As a result, I venture out from time to time to keep things manageable. Even so, today I dealt with three-foot drifts . . . three different times.
Three-a-days are no fun. Today was too much even for Shadow.
And the most sobering thought of all is this: the day isn't over yet.
Yes, it's entirely possible that this will be . . . a four-a-day.
I can't be sure, but I think that would be a record. At least for me . . .