Sunday, March 27, 2011

9 Inches Is A Lot!

When you least expect it, 9 inches is a lot to deal with. There you are, happily minding your own business and then, out of nowhere, you are confronted with something bigger than you'd prefer to handle. Having 9 inches thrust upon you uninvited; having 9 inches pushed down upon you fast and furious is troublesome at the very least.

I guess it's been problematic for the winter sports enthusiasts here on the tundra. They have been feeling inadequate and their situation left a lot to be desired. I've heard it said that even with their Alpine Olympian prowess they lamented their shortcomings and felt cheated by the lack of endowment. Apparently they all wish they had 9 inches. Even the equipment that is supposed to enlarge and increase the number of inches fell short of expectations.

Yet I have discovered that, even with the proper tool in hand, plowing 9 inches is a challenge. When you're cold and frigid to begin with, having to take on a whole lot of 9 inches is a daunting task and it leaves you exhausted. It doesn't satisfy or give you a sense of accomplishment because you know it'll have to be done again at some point and you dread the inevitability. The deeper it goes the more it hurts to contend with. You try different positions, adjusting yourself to make it less of a chore and easier on your body. When at last you've brought the Herculean task to it's conclusion you feel relieved but know that the aches and pains have just begun. Maybe not today, but definitely by tomorrow morning. You pray that you won't have to endure another assault anytime soon. Yes indeed, 9 inches is truly a lot to be endowed with.

What?......Oh for pete's sake, chin up to the curb, people! I'm talking SNOW here!

Sheesh......

20 comments:

  1. I am laughing out loud at this one! Boy do I miss you!

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  2. With care you can adjust to 9 inches.Its not how powerfully you plow but how carefully. Just take an inch or so at a time.

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  3. Lady H:--Ditto. Glad you liked it!

    Oldfool:--Spoken like the sage voice of experience I have come to admire!

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  4. Well, I suppose what with cross country skiing and shoveling snow you must be feeling pretty fit these days. Yay!

    I'm an old woman of the world, Your Lordship, and I knew all along you were talking about snow.

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  5. Anne:--I am feeling very much better! However, I paid dearly for that excursion. After weeks on my backside my leg muscles were not amused. Jezebel, the cat, on the other hand is hinting for another outing.

    Old or not, no man should attempt fooling a woman. Whether she's of the world or next door. But you know how men are...give 'em an inch...

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  6. Ah. You are feeling better. "9 Inches..." aka "Double Entendre: The Post". LOL!

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  7. Taking inuendo to new lengths! That's me!

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  8. Nine inches is too much.
    I've become used to three or four at a time.

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  9. As in so many instances, moderation is the way to go. Too much of a good thing has its downside. Enough of a good thing is perhaps relative, but, with the proper perspective and appreciation enough can go a long way.

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  10. It's what you do with it that matters. When it comes to snow, of course.

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  11. LordW - My, my, that's quite the come back, er, so to speak. Very well conceived, indeed! I giggled the whole way through. Welcome back - always a pleasure to pop in on you. ;)

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  12. Antares Cryptos:-- You are so right! I like pushing it off to the side and giving it a little up-curve angle so that when it starts to recede it won't be in the way. Nothing worse than having it refreeze in the driveway!

    Jayne:--It is good to be back! I'm feeling my old self again--which makes people rather nervous. I really need to stop doing that. Anyway...I do so enjoy visiting you and having you come by. Pop in any old time. I'll leave the light side on for you!

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  13. Ha! I prefer when it reaches my knee.

    There is not point to skiing in powder otherwise.

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  14. When it reaches your knee, you're pretty much good to go wherever you want on any conveyance you choose. Powder? I wish! This is Maine's version of heavy, wet, white mud. It's the best condition for big, well-packed balls to launch at unsuspecting snowmobilers.

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  15. aw its rainin like the dickens here...but only about 3 inches..lol..

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  16. "Taking innuendo to new lengths!"
    LMAO!

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  17. WomanHonorThyself:--Good things come to those who wait! 3 inches is a rather sad amount of dickens.

    Antares Cryptos:--Oh, it is. And so much 'greener' than other projectiles.

    Red:--Smirk! :-b

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  18. I'm still giggling....

    Actually, I thought you were cooking a pot of stew. lol

    Joey

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  19. Joey:--Mmmm a pot of stew would have really hit the spot that afternoon! With fresh-baked bread. Soul food for the cold mood!

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