My husband retired after being a career teacher and at our local high school in ’11. Loved, loved his job but felt ready for this new journey of life after schools. Every day he is discovering that volunteering can bring joy…that ferociously cleaning, painting and cleaning out storage rooms can bring some type of satisfaction….but nothing can satisfy Dave as much as a good mow and a good snow blow.
Last season while he was still working ‘outside’ the home we had this blow out snow storm. Our baby snow blower just couldn’t hack it. Our neighbors had to come and bale out my poor, almost retired husband. Our little blower just had seen its day. Dave used to be the guy in the neighborhood baling out our more senior neighbors. Now our neighbors…sporting sparkling mega blowers were coming down the street. Are snowblowers a sign of manhood verility? It was a difficult situation indeed.
Fast forward to the fall of this year. I arrived home, to see this mega blower in my garage. It had blades and grinders. Dave smiled and said, “I hear we are going to have the roughest winter ever recorded.” I smiled, “We better have one for the price of that ‘chopper’ !” It has snowed twice this winter…once when Dave was visiting our son in Denver and once last week, when he was visiting our daughter in Costa Rica.
I had to shovel. He conveniently forgot to teach me how to turn it on…. Hmmm…snip, snap, snout…this tale is told out.