Once again I went the weekend without making any blog posts. Alas! I did some writing of post cards and letters both Saturday and Sunday. I sometimes wonder if that is not my real writing mission, because people seem to enjoy hearing from me, despite my often atrocious handwriting. I feel any small comfort or pleasure we can give another person is worth the effort.
Different neighbor, same favor, greatly appreciated!
Speaking of giving to others, I have the best neighbors. Yesterday I woke up to more snow than I have seen at once this winter. I have been pushing off the top fluffy layer as it falls, so out I went, feeling I would be up to the task. I may have been, but a fellow across the street was snowblowing his mother’s driveway, and he came over and did mine! The above picture is from last year, when a different neighbor came to my rescue, because I did not take a picture yesterday. People are wonderful!
My Chromebook is underlining “snowblowing,” which I find odd, because what else would you call it? However, it reminds me of a question I had when I went to post on Facebook about my good fortune. Should I say he snowblew? Snowblowed? Both are underlined. I believe my Mom usually says, “Dad got out and snowblowed.” A Facebook friend who is a college English professor posited, “Snowblought.” Another completely sidestepped the issue with, “Provided snow removal.” These are the things that occupy my mind.
I say there are worse things to dwell upon. Earlier today I got to thinking about a character in a book who I suddenly felt so sorry for. There are days when I just feel bad over every sad thing that ever happened. It is not very productive. So I will continue my snowblowing meditations (please tell me why my computer does not consider “snowblowing” a word, when “snowblow” is certainly a verb) (oh dear, my Chromebook just underlined “snowblow”).
Mohawk Valley Girl 