MonkeyPants

The Fellowship of the Shovel.

Car jockey day today, and I was walking around with a shovel, although a garden one instead of anything snow-related. The snow shovel’s broken, and we’ll have to wait ‘til Canadian Tire gets more in.

Nevertheless, with the city workers shoveling at intersections, and the people digging their cars out, and the people getting around to shoveling their walks and driveways,  I had a lot of conversations about the shoveling.

“Hey, you’re here to help!” cried the city crews. When I replied that I was going to dig a car out, one city worker offered to come along to push.

“Hard going out there,” commented the car-shoveling folks.  Definitely hard going, with cars that haven’t moved for two weeks!

“You just starting or finishing?”asked the people clearing sidewalks.  “Just going to the car to get it out,” I replied, rolling my eyes in mock-horror.

Those conversations were a touchstone for me. With my jeans wet to the knees and Docs soaked, hair in full, curl-halo meltdown and shovel slung over my shoulder, those people smiled and joked and laughed with me.

I grinned like a maniac the whole sodden day long.