For the past two winters I've chronicled the life of my snowblower. Her name is SB.
SB lives only for snow. Snow is SB's reason for being.
The winter of 2011-2012 was hard for her. Because we had no snow. In Michigan!
The winter of 2012-2013 is not much better. Once we had 2-3 inches. I went to the garage, picked up the snow shovel, and SB said "Use me!" I looked at her and could not refuse.
Yesterday, in Michigan (!!!), the temperature hit a record 61 degrees. Today the high could reach 64. When I awoke yesterday morning, wearing shorts and looking like I was heading to the beach, I opened the front door to see this.
SB had that angst-look about her. She has hit a new low. But my concern this morning was greater, as I walked out the door and confronted this.
SB, out of her snowloneliness, has gotten into a relationship in hopes that it will fill the Pascalian abyss in her heart. What a mistake, to think that any relationship can fulfill one's deepest longings!
There's some serious counseling ahead, I am certain. I'm hoping to head off the impending disaster.
|SB and JD (John Deere)|