"Freshly" shoveled walkway It’s been snowing all day down here but it didn’t start to accumulate until early evening. I drove to class through steady snow and on wet roads.

Tonight was the second session for my writing class this term. We’re down to three students – which is good and bad. It’s good because it means we will get to really focus on each individual’s work and really drill down. However, it means there are fewer voices and perspectives in class and we’ll each really need to keep up with the others’ work to make the class as valuable as possible. In short, this class will be more work now, but it should be better too. I am increasingly enthusiastic about this class.

And here’s a paragraph that falls squarely into the “not a normal girl” category: When I got home from class, I shoveled the walkways and the end of the driveway. I am my father’s daughter in many ways but I’m not likely to get up at 4 a.m. to shovel snow like he does. Of course, he has a snow-blower and a quad with a little snowplough to play with so maybe he has more fun than I do and wakes up giddy to go play in the snow. Um, no, I really don’t think so. But I digress. There’s something peaceful and lovely about shoveling snow in the dark while it’s still snowing. There was no real wind, no traffic, no noise from anywhere so it was almost a meditative experience – just me, the shovel and the falling snow.

As you can see from this photo, taken at 10:40 pm, about 20 minutes after I finished shoveling, the snow was enthusiastically trying to undo my hard shoveling work. And now? I’m in warm, dry pjs, and the walkway is gone and my car is covered in snow. I’m going to have to shovel again tomorrow. Oh darn.

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