Laundry and Shoveling!

 Wow, I really know how to reel you in with captivating titles, huh?  But that’s basically how today went down.

My back yard

 It was a fairly lazy Saturday, except for the load of laundry I begrudgingly tackled. Normally I actually like doing laundry, but we don’t have our own washer and dryer here.  We have been living here for 6 months now, and I’m still extremely bitter that I have to lug my hamper to the building in the back and PAY to do my laundry.  Not to mention the dryer sucks, and even after 2 cycles, the clothes come out cool to the touch.  I was spoiled at our last place in the city, my own washer and dryer at my disposal.  If I wanted to do laundry at 3am, I did!  On top of that, we weren’t even paying for hydro!  I could have done laundry all day everyday, like a boss.  Now, it just piles up until we’re one pair of underwear away from wearing a sack, just because it’s a hassle.

What makes it extra worth the complaining is that it has been snowing since yesterday, and I have to trudge through it to do said laundry.  It wasn’t all bad, I suppose.  There was a funeral at the church across the road, which made for some interesting people watching.  And what’s more, there was a bagpipe!  I had a musical laundry procession to the washing machine, how grand!

Later on I managed to shovel our front walk.  In a small town like this, if anyone sees me shoveling, they always have to ask why a man isn’t doing it.  I could easily humour myself by coming up with some creative responses, but I always end up giving them the gist of this; my hubby is not opposed to shoveling, I’m just the one who chooses to do it.  I don’t mind, as long as it’s not ice that I have to chip away at, or 3 feet of heavy packing snow, which is why I choose to get it done sooner rather than later, when I will really hate doing it.

But as I was shoveling, I was reminded of this:

Every time it snows in a big city – The Oatmeal.  (After you finish reading, you have GOT to go look at Oatmeal’s site!)

This applies to all cities, big or small.  I know this because I am the character on the left, but more likely I would say something along the lines of “OMG, there is so much freakin’ snow, it’s like up to my knees.”  And everyone else in this small town is represented by the other two characters.  If I had a dollar for every time someone came back with “This is nothing” or “We’re really lucky this year, it’s usually WAAAY worse”, I’d have enough money to move on out of this place, back to somewhere with less snow.  We have heard such tales of destruction and horror when it comes to typical Winters here, yet apparently this is the year it chose to prove them wrong.  I’m not complaining, because this is more snow than I’m used to as it is.

So after shoveling some fairly heavy snow, here I am:

Having a hot bath, trying to get the feeling back into my fingers.  I wish I had some more interesting photos to show you, but I think it’s pretty clear nothing exciting happened today.  So I leave you with my toes.

Don’t forget to visit The Oatmeal, you will laugh your butt off.   And you need that after this terribly boring post!