I woke up this morning at 6:30 and bolted to the window, much like a kid on Christmas morning who runs to the living the room to see what treasures had been left there. Instead of a new bike or an addition to my Lionel train set, (Yes. I’m old enough to have had Lionel trains when I was a kid…made out of real metal), I was hoping for a different kind of a gift…a more natural gift…MORE snow!!!!

The meteorologists on the television and the radio had PROMISED me at least six more inches of snow today…with a possibility of TEN inches!!!!!

So, upon waking today, I bounded across the room, threw open the shutters and threw up the sash. And what to my wondering eyes should appear…but a paltry two inches of snow.

I HATE freaking weathermen!!!!! (Did you notice that I said “freaking”?  The New Year’s resolution is still intact…sort of.)

I watched Bruce DePrest on the news last night. (His tag line is, “This is Futurecast, where we show you tomorrow’s weather today!” Yeah? So? Isn’t that the whole idea behind forecasting the weather?)  He looked into the camera like a deer caught in the headlights, and promised, promised PROMISED that Armageddon was coming!!!!! It was supposed to start snowing around 5 last night and then come down like the brimstone on Gomorrah until noontime today. 

Well, it started at 7 last night and was over by the time I got up this morning.

What’s the problem with that? Well, I…uh…I wanted to plow.

You see, I got a snowplow now on my Big Boy truck…and…well…plowing’s fun. And it MUCH more masculine and satisfying to be pushing TONS of snow down the quarter-mile driveway than a few measly pounds of snow.  I mean, why even bother to start the diesel, for crying out loud!

There is just something about sitting high in the cab of  Dodge Ram with the Cummins diesel engine thrombing away beneath me and Dixie the Dog riding shotgun as I push mountains of snow down the driveway with no effort whatsoever! I put on my flannel shirt, my insulated, down vest,  my gloves with the fingertips cut out of them and my best, beat-up baseball cap, and I grab a steaming cup o’ Joe, and then head out to face the elements.  Sure wish I had a C.B.!... Good buddy.

But you need A LOT of snow in order to feel really GOOD about being a man and driving your rig through the frozen tundra.

To be honest, with the snow that we got last night, I could have shovelled the driveway and been done with it before the diesel engine of the truck even warmed up. 

But I plowed anyway.

It was a little disappointing, but it was still kinda fun anyway

Sort of.

I HATE  weathermen!