Get The Job Done

Today, I put on a little show for my neighbours. Hopefully, there were plenty of Benny Hill fans around.

It all started with the snowfall in the morning hours.

Winter is pretty cool this year in the Nordics. We have some occasional snow, and it not only looks good but also feels right.

In the morning rush, my bike decided to take some vacation days. 
So I couldn’t go to work.

I mean, I could have gone, but I felt like I had work to do before work started. Oh, that’s a weird sentence. Sure, you had the same feeling before.

In my defense, the bike was frozen, the pathway was snowy, it was already after eight o’clock, and I could work from home.

It was nice and quiet.

I started with cleaning my bike. I had a huge brush and went through my bike thoroughly. Some call it broom. Whatever, it was handy.

I liked the feeling of accomplished early work. So I decided to proceed.

Why don’t I shovel the snow on the street?

Right?! I still have some time to spare; thanks for not taking the metro and being late. Let’s find the shovel. I couldn’t find it in the shed nor around the house.

Well, I’m the kind of person who works with what she has, so I grabbed my kid’s blue sand shovel and dove into the work.

The exercise calmed me down. I felt valuable. Also, I had time to think more clearly.

A sense of purpose in the air.

It wasn’t effective or ideal to shovel with a kid’s blue sand shovel. It took me a while to finish, but at least I did it.

I could’ve waited for someone to hand me the right tool, but the job needed to be done.

It was just a bit embarrassing when the neighbour’s kid came out with a kid’s size shovel. It's still bigger than mine, tho.

He was there for a few minutes. He looked at me and stopped. I wonder if it was his choice to go back home or his mom’s.

At least a delivery guy cracked a joke. He told me to ask Santa for a shovel next time, and we laughed and continued our work. Yeah, I laughed, but it took me two minutes to figure out what he was saying. My Danish is working slowly.

That’s how I showed my neighbours who I am — the small-town girl who is trying to help in her own crazy way.

I wonder if I could live in the countryside.

After a nice work, I went in and made myself a cup of tea. The one that I forgot about because I started to write this story down. So typical of me.

Whatever. It was a good day!

And it’s started to snow again. Good, goody, great!

It’s not like the whole show was unnecessary. It’s not like life is cyclical.

Thank you for reading.

If you want to share your favourite shovel brand in the comment, please do.

I’m here, eagerly waiting for recommendations.

The Witty Witch