Fawlty Showers

I Can Do This

More snow fell the next day. I cleared the driveway, my fingers going numb despite my thick gloves.  I wondered how much it would cost to have the tip of my nose reattached after it froze and fell off.

I was relieved to see the polar bear bearing down on me was actually a neighbor in a white parka. 

“Don’t you love the winter?” He asked, a bright smile lighting up his face.  

“Reminds me of that movie ‘Fargo,” I said.  He hadn’t seen the film, and blathered on about the beauty of new fallen snow. 

I made a mental note to price used wood chippers.

I thought of a widow I’d known who couldn’t shovel snow and couldn’t afford to pay someone.  Friends from AA shoveled for her, but I got the impression she felt bad about it.

There were things I needed to do that I didn’t like doing.  The trick, I thought, was to try to be grateful I could do them.

Today I’ll try to be grateful I can do what I need to do.

Fawlty Showers is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

Other works by Ken Montrose are available at:

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