First shovel-able snowfall of the season fell early this morning. I shoveled for a while, then fired up the snowblower. I love shoveling, but I love the snowblower perhaps a tiny bit more, and not because it’s easier. In many ways, it’s not. You come back into the house covered with a powdered-sugar film of snow, reeking of two-cycle engines. Also, the damn things are loud; why can’t we muffle engines like this effectively? And yet, is there any feeling more wonderful than pushing that thing through the pristine white, the flume arcing off to the side, the bare sidewalk following?
After we bought it last year I told Alan my next purchase would be some insulated Carhartt coveralls, so I could, you know, take it around the neighborhood and make some extra money.
Quiet house this morning. Spriggy’s over at his barber, being handsomed up for the holidays. I forget how much he’s a part of daily life until he’s not here. I just went down and threw the deadbolts, something I’m too casual about other times. I rely on the pooch for protection or at least an alarm, even though he’s having the usual age-related declines. The other day Alan and I came into the house through the front door rather than the back, and Spriggy, snoozing on his bed, didn’t even wake up. It must have been a really good dream.
One thing I love about paying close attention to the news is how it always deals you a mixed hand. On the same day the Iraq Study Group releases its gloom and doom, we get some comic relief in, what else? Mary Cheney’s pregnancy. Or rather, the pregnancy isn’t comic relief so much as the reaction to it. Sniffed the gay-pride faction: “Grandfather Cheney will no doubt face a lifetime of sleepless nights as he reflects on the irreparable harm he and his administration have done to the millions of American gay and lesbian parents and their children.” Yeah, right. Everyone knows Cheney doesn’t sleep at night in any case. He sleeps during the day, in his coffin.
The Concerned Women for America was no less indignant: “It’s very disappointing that a celebrity couple like this would deliberately bring into the world a child that will never have a father,” said a representative. Sorry, but I didn’t see them tut-tutting over all those pregnant military widows standing at their dead husbands’ gravesides lately. Oh, but I guess all those ladies can find new husbands, whereas Mary would have to renounce homosexuality and go through extensive reparative therapy before that could happen. Do you believe in miracles?