It is a joy to be sharing my blog with you today. I am blessed to have people like you in my life. I borrowed those sentences of "sunshine" from Archbishop Dolan who is leaving Milwaukee for New York. He is a master of pumping "sunshine". Try it. It has amazing consequences.
Our fair city got our share of snow yesterday (4-5 inches) along with blowing and "white-outs". I know the colonies of Sheboygan and Plymouth were not hit as bad.
Well, I got to thinking. If I'm going to have to endure more of the sh--ty white stuff, what would constitute a perfect downfall. It is important matters such as these that dominate my life.
First, I would want the storm to hit in the late afternoon. I'm not employed any more so I don't have to worry about the drive home. By starting late afternoon, I get to run all my errands early in the day, have a lunch with my favorite person and then settle into watching ESPN's broadcast of an important basketball game with host Dickie Vitale and Erin Andrews. Supper includes several bowls of homemade chili followed by a movie and my day is complete.
Second, the storm ends before mid-night. The plows have a chance to go through overnight and then Grasshopper No.3 shows up with the red GMC and plow. No.3 and the truck are symbiotic (they are one) and he masterfully drops the plow with feathery touch and pushes the snow into the next county. So by the time I get up, I can jump in my car and get to the health center.
Third, by the time I get home from the health club, neighbors on both sides have snow-blowed my sidewalks so I don't have to do anything. I confess that I ran the snowblower about 10 minutes to clean up the sidewalk running from the driveway to the house entrance. Damn it was cold.
So I figure, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Just make sure the storm starts in the afternoon. That would be perfect.
The lesson Grasshoppers is that there is a silver lining to everything. You just have to look for it! A sincere thank you to Grasshopper No.3 for making this blog possible.
Love,
Dad