Snow snow snow--and ice
Feb. 27th, 2008 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meezergalI spent the morning shoveling out the parking space next to the garage. In theory, the kid who does the snow for me is supposed to shovel in front of the garage and do the parking space too, but he didn't. So I did. I also spent time breaking up ice on the sidewalk in front of the house. The arthritis in my neck and shoulders is already making itself known, and I bent the corners on a metal shovel breaking up the ice. The ice was "rotten" (I think that's the term--how does ice become rotten, anyhow?), but it was still heavy and difficult to break up and shovel away. I did so regardless, because I didn't want anyone falling and getting hurt, and also because the mailman won't deliver if the walk is in any way "hazardous".
The regular mailman is interesting, to say the least. He and I have had go-arounds on a fairly regular basis. It's rather difficult not to with someone who is eccentric at best. It's 35 degrees Fahrenheit out and Studly, as my sister and I nicknamed him, is coming up the walk in a short-sleeved shirt, solar topee, and shorts, bag of mail over his shoulder. The hair on his legs and arms is standing on end, but he's showing it off (or so we think).
Last winter, after my mom's death, the house was on the market for a while. I was still living in it, but it was on the market. Shortly after this development, I noticed I was getting NO MAIL AT ALL. Not even annoying offers for credit cards I don't want, or HAVE YOU SEEN ME? flyers with hometown oil-change or carpet-cleaning ads on the back. I called the post office to find out why, and discovered that someone had stopped the mail. Realizing it was most likely my brother, who does evil things like this, I reinstated mail delivery. A day or so later, a six-inch thick stack of mail and a package arrived, with Studly's smart-ass comment, "The house is for sale anyway--what's it matter?"
Now, how'd HE find out the house was for sale???
So I figured I'd better have every last bit of ice off the sidewalk so he'd have NO excuse not to deliver the mail!
The regular mailman is interesting, to say the least. He and I have had go-arounds on a fairly regular basis. It's rather difficult not to with someone who is eccentric at best. It's 35 degrees Fahrenheit out and Studly, as my sister and I nicknamed him, is coming up the walk in a short-sleeved shirt, solar topee, and shorts, bag of mail over his shoulder. The hair on his legs and arms is standing on end, but he's showing it off (or so we think).
Last winter, after my mom's death, the house was on the market for a while. I was still living in it, but it was on the market. Shortly after this development, I noticed I was getting NO MAIL AT ALL. Not even annoying offers for credit cards I don't want, or HAVE YOU SEEN ME? flyers with hometown oil-change or carpet-cleaning ads on the back. I called the post office to find out why, and discovered that someone had stopped the mail. Realizing it was most likely my brother, who does evil things like this, I reinstated mail delivery. A day or so later, a six-inch thick stack of mail and a package arrived, with Studly's smart-ass comment, "The house is for sale anyway--what's it matter?"
Now, how'd HE find out the house was for sale???
So I figured I'd better have every last bit of ice off the sidewalk so he'd have NO excuse not to deliver the mail!
