No Business Naming Things

Perhaps it’s a side effect of being a new home owner, but I’m really paranoid lately.  This past week has been a real chore for me - dealing with the snow has left me worried perpetually.  I worry about the weight of the snow on our roof, I worry about ice buildup on the roof (which we are now experiencing the effects of - we have our first leak in the living room window), I worry about the Big Melt coming tomorrow and where all the snow is going to go.  This worry was alleviated somewhat today the fact that the city removed the 20+ foot snow mound that had built up in the middle of our street.  Although the hill is gone, they did nothing to clear the drains on the street, both of which are quite close to our place.  Again, feeling paranoid (and perhaps overly self reliant) I went out not long ago and cleared both drains of all the snow around them.  Without a proper ice shovel this was no easy task but it’s done - if the Big Melt is as bad as I hear it’s going to be tomorrow we should be better prepared.

What I find funny is that none of the other neighbors thought to do this themselves.  It’s not like we’re the only ones that could benefit from a little drainage tomorrow.  Perhaps it’s because I hate relying on other people for my own well being.  If the city doesn’t clear the drains and I get fucked because of it I can’t help but be held responsible for some degree - I had the ability to affect some change on the matter.

Oh, when I said that the pile in the center of our circle was about 20 feet high I wasn’t kidding.  I decided to trek to the top of it yesterday to get a better look at the height of snow on our roof.  When I reached the top I discovered that I was looking down onto almost the entirety of our roof.  I was scared shitless and came back down on my backside.  These bones aren’t as rubbery as they used to be.