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  • Here's the snow.

    The first big one.

    Do I love the snow?

    I do not. I hate the snow. I hate its big tall thick white deep white. I hate it with a shovel. I attack it with the blade. I attack it with my back. AAAAAAHHHHHAAARRRRGGGGh.

    (I attack it, empty-stomached, but for morning coffee. I attack it in the morning. I do not have a remote drone to shovel the snow; this is Northern Girl handwork. I bend and lift, bend and lift, bend and sweat. Heck, where is my inhaler?

    (I shovel, then I walk a mile in my tall big boots, on half-shovelled sidewalks, on roads, then I come back and finish the job.)

    I attack it with my .......ah.

    There.

    Done. (Aerobics Anonymous.)

    I hate the snow.

    But I love the Buddha.


    (Photo by Susan, December 27, 2012)
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