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We are on the eve of Fatherhood Friday 52! Can you feel the sense of accomplishment there? Dads and moms taking time to write about parenthood from the perspective of what fatherhood means to them. There's some special going on here and I for one am very proud to be a part of such an inspiring collection of thoughts and people on a weekly basis. Seriously, you all rock!
Since last week Pete made a startling confession about Twitter--namely that he hates Twitter, I thought we could use confession as our theme for this week and next. Remember, themes aren't mandatory, but just a way for us to brainstorm something meaningful to write about. With that being said, I have a confession to make--I am starting to hate the snow.
Let me begin by saying the snow turns me into a kid. I love getting out in the snow. The snow pants, the gloves, the hats--it's all very romantic to me. I love sledding, building forts, throwing snow balls and the resulting hot chocolate. But, I can tell you--without any doubt, I hate being plowed in. In less than a week, we have received around 40 inches of snow. Our house is at the intersection of two busy streets that service local emergency vehicles and is plowed religiously. When your house is at an intersection--plows will inevitably push mountains of heavy snow at the end of your driveway. Why?
The plows seem to do it as a test. They want to see what my breaking point is. How much snow will it take before I crack. I look at plows and I see something evil. I see something unstoppable. I see my eternal enemy. Plows must be stopped.
I am one of those guys that is an optimist. I see the good in virtually everything. "Why did he have to get sick and die?" Someone asks--I say, "So we can get closer to a cure--he was a martyr." Someone asks, "What sense does murder make?" I say, "God missed that person who died so much, he called them back early."
I see nothing good about plows. Sure they clear the roads, but at what expense? I can't see my mailbox. My back perhaps will never recover and I am pretty sure we are expecting 12 more inches of snow on Monday into Tuesday. Literally, I can't lift the snow high enough to shovel our drive right now. There are six to seven foot piles on either side and my lower back feels like someone put a blow torch to it, but none of that matters any more because the end of driveway has two feet of solid snow packed down like concrete.
I hate plows, what is your confession? Tell us in this edition of Fatherhood Friday. Onto the links!
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