First light snow of the year.

Before going out to scrape, I put on entirely too many clothes including my recent Goodwill purchases of Spiderman head sock and gauntlet gloves (just in case I needed the build in plastic goggle scraper or nose wipe).

I searched the garage for a snow shovel. Finally found an old, beat up and dented aluminum shovel behind a host of handled tools and a slab of marble.

Located a broom.

No ice melt to be had.

I go out, and there is a light coating of ice under the snow, so removing it just makes things slicker.

An hour and a half from start, I’m back in the house, and unsuited, having accomplished NOTHING.

It’s a tradition I feel is important to keep alive! Hardly a winter has gone by without it.

If you have a tradition you seem to cherish despite its unproductivity, please share.

Topics: habit, winter, snow, humor, tradition