Click images for desktop size: "Rainbow Warrior" by Unknown To explain my bouts of apparent insanity my mother used to explain to strangers, friends and family that I was just "trying to leave my footprints on the sands of time."
I have no idea where she heard that one or why she constantly insisted on applying it to me.
My mother had self esteem issues. She used to look at me after a game and say out loud, "How did a dumpy woman like me give birth to a beautiful boy like you." I used to let thinks slide that bothered me.
One day I had to tell her, "Mom, I don't know about sands of time or history all I know is that I want to rock the roof off the joint tonight."
It didn't stop her from saying the same thing . . . ever.
We've had snow here. Lots and lots of snow.
Set a record.
I was in a white out in Alaska once. That was scary cool. This was not that bad but the second worst snow I'd ever been in. Visibility about 100 yards.
I asked if this was a blizzard and I was told, in no uncertain terms, "No. Not enough wind to make it a blizzard."
So my back is sore, my shoulder aches but I've successfully cleared about 12-18 inches of snow.
I look at it and feel like I've really accomplished something. The something being moving snow from one pile to another . . .
I do wonder if any of the neighbors look at me and my snow shoveling technique and shake their heads. I keep waiting for one of them to give me advice.
I could use it because I'm convinced I don't have a clue as how to do this properly.

Belatedly I'm becoming a podcast fan.
Not on the iPod but playing out loud through the house.
It's like cool radio. I like that it shafts the RAIA. (They've got their own issues with a counter suit that will force them to expose presumed illegal methods and presumed
Click images for desktop size: "Snow" by Pensadi illegal disbursement of the $400 million they've collected for artists that doesn't seem to have reached any of them - way to go Metallica) And I like that its individual and playlists aren't decided by a committee.
Its cool that bands can get there music out to be heard.
Its almost inspiring me to (you may shudder) to make my own podcast. I could call it "The Young Savages" or such and annoy people with the creepy thrashing drone white noise guitars I've always enjoyed.
What's stopping me the most is that last night I heard a great version of one of my songs. I went to look up who it was and it was . . . me . . . This must be a sign of either senility or snow deafness.