A propitious time for thumb surgery!
Kensington, MD, January 22 – 23 – 24, 2016 — Snowpocolypse, snowmagedden, snowzilla. In the Washington, D.C. area we name our epic snow storms.
Maybe it’s because political exaggeration carries over to normal life, though you would seldom notice that by living in our very anodyne suburban communities.
In the Washington burbs, you might as well be in a normal place, say Minneapolis for example. The miniapple – the metaphor is very apropos during a big snow. We spent four winters there. We know first hand.
I made a propitious marriage to a girl from New Hampshire. Her snow throwing skills are legend having developed her technique from childhood. She’s had plenty of practice as I have usually managed to be thousands of miles away on business when the big ones have hit.
Her prowess was handy once again this time around. The storm struck less than a day after a long scheduled Dupeytren’s release surgery on my left thumb.
There I was, forced into the unmanly role of spectator to an awesome display of sisu. She shoveled almost around the clock for three days and pinned ole SnowZilla to the mat. (The moral of this story: Never mess with a full-blooded Finn, even if you are Mother Nature!)
If you recall from my previous post, my wife told me not to put up that flag. Seeing the resulting karma in action is believing, so rather than write about it, here’s a down and dirty video I threw together to prove it. Enjoy!
**I use cloud sharing services because copyrighted music is involved and cannot be used for public performance. Thanks to Mannheim Steamroller for some great music.**
Last act. Refill the bird feeders.
Jonas. We kicked your butt!
Life at Two Miles per Hour 