Shovelling snow is one of those practical household skills I am not very good at. Others include ironing — items end up more wrinkled than when I started — and bed making (even fitted sheets hate me).
It’s a very underrated talent to be able to wield a heavy shovel quickly and efficiently so as to lift and toss as much snow as possible and leave a clear, even patch of driveway or sidewalk underneath. I don’t possess such a talent.
So when I decided I’d clear the sidewalk in front of our place and our neighbours’ while they’re out of town, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
And although I didn’t manage to get right down to the sidewalk for the whole stretch, I did clear a path for passersby (especially the ones with strollers, canes and shopping buggies that often go by).
I hesitated when I got to the outer edge of my neighbour’s property, however. There was one house left before the side street. The scary house.
You probably know what I mean. Every neighbourhood seems to have one. A sketchy ramshackle dwelling that has a broken front railing, crooked curtains and mysterious inhabitants no one really knows. (Actually, that sort of describes my house, growing up.)
Anyways, I was on a roll, so I kept going. After all, scary houses are often the ones who need a good turn most of all. I should know ….
P.S. Here’s a cool remix of the hit single, “Crush.” Enjoy!