Mother Nature is having a big ol’ winter hissy across Southern Ontario and, I suspect, her eye will be turned to Eastern Canada and New England shortly, if not already. It began with a pelting of ice, which turned to snow, snow, snow, snow……Snow! I’m no longer dreaming of a white Christmas. It’s a sure bet we’re having one.

Mr. G, a.k.a. Greyman, had to roll out early, so I offered my neighbor the badass snowblower. (See Winter Wonderland post) It was just sitting there all gassed and oiled; ready to vroom and blow. He continued to pass back and forth across my driveway with his shovel. His rationale is that he’s “better lookin’ than a snowblower.” Too true. But, I think it’s that ol’ devil – testosterone. I hoodied-up and grabbed the Elen special light weight shovel and headed to the backyard for some fun of my own. I cleared the gate, dryer & central vac vents, windows and doors. The Fire Emergency Path I call it. I’ll do this five more times before day is done with our Golden Retriever in tow. Somebody has to go for help if I fall into one of our window wells, right?

Back in my office over the garage, I have a clear view of our burg. Mama Nature’s little snow dump. There are now four snow-hotties and two snowblowers on my drive and spilled into the street. Yep. It’s definitely snowing testosterone, and it’s dressed in denim, boots & ski jackets, toques & sunglasses. Some days of winter are just better than others.

I’m out for the 4th run at the Fire Emergency Path. Now Greyman is home and assembles the roof rake, which we haven’t had to use in 15 years! It makes the rounds of the neighborhood with the beer cheer-drinking, snow-blowing snow-hotties. Can you get a ticket for raking under the influence? Not to be outdone, Greyman and our snowblower hit the asphalt. Vroom. Vroom. Vroom. Big, fat, testosterone flakes for sure. Here come two guys on ATVs. We’re in the City! I have to go in now. I’m getting kinda dizzy ’cause, you know, it’s like…snowing testosterone, man.

Elen

p.s. Thanks, guys, for all your help. I see big plates of brownies in your future. They go great with….cheer!