Dancing in the Snow

This is not me; this is a child making a snow angel; I haven't made a snow angel for a very, very long time. But I like blogs with pictures on them.

What I do when my car has a small wall of snow behind it created by the snowplow guy is dance, sort of, in the snow. Well, it's not so much dance as kick. Today was my second opportunity to practice this bit of choreography. I think I could have successfully simply backed out over the 4 or 5 inch pile of snow behind my back tires. There were also drifts on the right side of the car which had not bee protected by another parked beside me since no other was parked beside me.

I have no shovel. I did have -- which is almost too silly to tell, was a dust pan, blue, plastic, short handled, which is a little bit like a shovel, isn't it? Anyway, it was not strong enough to do any digging. I had previously discovered that I can simply kick the piles of snow back into the plowed area. They're light and not very packed and ten minutes of kicking, patiently and persistently can clear the entire car. The nice warmth in the thighs after that exercise is very much like having a dance lesson, maybe ballet warm ups with lots of plies and stretches to the side. It actually feels very good.

Well, yes, there I was in the big parking lot, visible to anyone looking out their windows, or to people driving by. But I'm past the age of embarrassment about being expedient. I kicked and enjoyed myself. Perhaps I'll buy a shovel next year ... perhaps I won't. Maybe the reason that barrel full of monkey have so much fun is that they aren't burdened with a lot of tools to do things efficiently.