Let it Snow

This has certainly been a real Canadian winter. We had a white Christmas, which was verys nice, then an even whiter Boxing Day, which was not so nice. By the end of the second day we had had more snow than we received all last year. Another snowfall on the weekend and a little on New Year's Eve was just too much of a good thing.

It wasn't quite as bad as this, but there was a drift about 2 feet high when I opened the front door.

Ron also has to shovel paths in the back yard for our dogs, who won't venture out if the snow touches their chests. Then there's the roof, which adds to the shoveling chore. No, we don't shovel snow off the roof of our house, but because it is made of metal (looks exactly like asphalt shingles but lasts 10 times longer), when the metal heats up from the sun or a rise in temperature, the snow slides off in great slabs with a rumble that sounds like the Mounties performing their musical ride over our heads, crashing down onto newly-cleared surfaces.

The first time this happened was shortly after the dogs had been out patrolling the patio. Ron had cleared it completely and Fang had stopped to mark his territory quite close to the back door. Less than five minutes later we heard the sound of thundering hooves overhead, and when we looked out the kitchen window, the patio was completely covered with snow. If it had descended only a few minutes earlier, Fang would have been buried. From then on, Ron has left the snow on the patio, except for a narrow path from the door, so that when the snow slides off it is unlikely that anyone would be directly underneath.

To take a break from shoveling, we tested the repair job Ron did on the broken hairbrush. He left the cable tie on as a safety measure, but cut the end off flush with the edge of the brush so it wouldn't get in the way of a good, solid stroke. I didn't notice the tie wrapped across the width of the hairbrush; I guess my bottom isn't that discerning. I am happy to report that it did the job nicely and I can cross "hairbrush" off my shopping list for next week.

All You Really Need

Last weekend was quite busy for us, so spanking had to take a back seat until things quieted down. Once the busyness and its associated stress were over, I tried reminding Ron that I was in need of a spanking that was now, in my mind, overdue. But he had other ideas and seemed unenthusiastic.

"Not tonight."

"But the stress is over."

"But I'm still stressed and tired."

"Fine. Tomorrow?"

"No, I have to mow the lawn. That's stressful too, and I'll be too tired after that."

He would. It's a big lawn. But wasn't I more important than having short grass? I made my disappointment silently apparent and Ron eventually gave in.

"Wednesday for sure."

Sigh. It would have to do.

The next morning I was up first, and when I looked out the window I saw a winter wonderland. Huge snowflakes slowly drifted down to earth to join their companions already covering the green grass. There would be no cutting of grass today! In that case, there was no reason to postpone the spanking any longer, and I said so when Ron joined me for breakfast.

"So, no mowing today."

"It might dry out."

"Nice try, but I don't think so. You'll have plenty of energy to give me a spanking tonight."

It was Ron's turn to sigh. He knew when he was beaten, and I spent the day in a happy mixture of anticipation and dread.

Sometimes snow is something you really need!




And the spanking? I'll tell you all about it soon.

The Benefits of Snow

We have had record amounts of snow this winter. Ron has been out shoveling nearly every day, and sometimes several times a day. It's hard and tiring work, and he's been getting a real workout.
His upper body strength has increased quite remarkably.
Especially in his strong right arm.
I hope it snows again tonight.

Should I be spanked for saying that?