Animals, drunks and sundries cleared from my passage

I’m watching Deadwood on HBO right now, and that’s the line someone just said. He’s got the town’s first bicycle and they’re taking bets on how his ride around the town will go. I love the dialogue on this show. No one talks like these people do, but it would make life more interesting if they did.

Another weekend is drawing to a close. I wish they didn’t go by so quickly. I didn’t get to half of the things I wanted to get done. I’m trying to get my little home office organized, but I barely got started. I was going to do our taxes, but never quite got to it. Currently, I’m ignoring a pile of laundry, a pile of newspapers, and some pots and pans that need washing.

We got our first real snowstorm yesterday, conveniently on the weekend when I didn’t have to get back and forth to work. Seamus was so excited about the snow he started trying to get me up at 5 o’clock this morning, flipping his ears over and over until I told him he were most definitely going out for two more hours. It was cute to see him acting like a little pup, except for the “at 5 am” part. When we did get up and go out, he bounded through snow up to his chest at times, full of enthusiasm. I was amazed to see that some of my (annoying, overachieving) neighbors had already gotten up and shoveled their walks. Who gets up at 6 am, on Sunday, and shovels while it is still snowing? You’re just going to have to shovel again, so it’s not like you are saving yourself any work. Now, I personally went back to bed after walking Seamus around a bit. I was freezing, and still tired. And John did the shoveling anyway.

The only other time it snowed, I cleared the walk and the car myself because John was still sleeping and I didn’t see any reason to get him up. Everyone – including John – seemed to think that was weird, so I caved to peer pressure and let him do the shoveling this time. I’m fine with that decision. Animals, drunks and sundries -- and snow -- cleared from my passage.