Sometimes I can be like a guy. For years I convinced Jon that we didn’t need a snowblower.
I like to shovel I told him and I do. But mostly I had this idea that there was something whimpy about using a snowblower. I know the idea comes from my father. He had all kinds of rules about what real men do and don’t do.
And there was nothing better than being a man in my family.
It’s something I aspired to for years no matter how hopeless it would always be.
When I think that I was still holding onto this archaic idea even last year, I’m embarrassed. I would have called anyone a jerk who behaved the way I did. My father’s been dead for over 20 years. I guess I was still trying to prove my worth to him.
I don’t know what let me drop it this year and go along with Jon’s suggestion to get a snowblower.
But I’m so glad I did.
Today, while I shoveled off the porch, emptied the snow out of the hay feeders, and shoveled around the water bucket, Jon used the snowblower to clear all the paths on the farm. Every one. I didn’t have to shovel any of them.
That left me time and energy to go for a snowshoe in the woods with Fate and Zinnia. Something I’d much rather do than shovel snow for hours.