After working all day yesterday, I tackled the mountain of snow in front of our garage. This took me two hours. I started off with the snowblower that I bought last month and it lasted about an hour before a chunk of something broke the blade. The blade is plastic, much like the pivot point of a Magic Bullet. You know the Magic Bullet, the mini-food processor first sold via TV and now widely available at stores? Serge had been lured into buying one from the TV and the plastic part broke a couple weeks after. I remember thinking then as I did yesterday, "What kind of moron makes the most important part of a machine in plastic?" I probably don't need to tell you it was made in China. (No, I do not believe the Chinese are morons.) I'll see about replacing the blade or outright returning the darn thing. Anyway, I had to finish the job with my shovel and I huffed and puffed my way through the pile of snow. Neighbors passing engaged me in conversation. I was covered with snow from the snowblower and working hard. Everyone seemed to have a comment or a shared story. It was a nice way to meet neighbors, bonding over the climate and the obnoxiousness of the city.
Once done, it was dark and I went inside. I was feeling pretty smug since I had tested the clearance and took the car out and put it back into the garage. Today, I was due to teach my last class of the session out in timbuktu, for which I need the car. I checked my email and saw that I had won that little award this blog was up for - best GLBT Canadian blog. I felt gratitude for all you readers who voted, I owe it all to you. Then I got a call. It seems the class today is canceled (though I'm still remunerated) so I don't need to use the car after all. I hope the gods are laughing over their little joke. I would have been irritated too but the overwhelming knowledge that I'm done teaching for the session took over and I danced and pranced about the house, la la la laaaaa, I'm done, I'm done, I'm done. Spouse was bitter as he has three days to go before he's done done done. I'd feel bad for him, but I'm too busy gloating, as I have five glorious weeks off starting today. Woo hoo!