storming the gates...

snow as high as the windows?
yeah, i got that.
snow higher than the tree branches?
pretty much.
snow, right now, outside, adding height, weight, and fury
to the otherwise idyllic woodsly goodsly winter wonderland?
you know it.
were we busy as a mutha-beaver, bad weather and all?
c'mon.
this is new england, my ninjas,
no amount of snow is gonna stop the local lurky-jerks
from wastrel spending and squandering their early tax returns.
that's that 'power to stay-poor positive thinking'.
they do, and i'm positive it won't stop anytime soon, either....
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shovel, shovel, shovel, shovel.
year of the rabbit,
and the burrowing hasn't taken a second off yet.
warrens, tunnels, holes, heaps, burrows and barrows.
this weather is a wreck.
and it's scheduled to keep dumping a whitewash of hoary icebombs
for days and days to come.
eleven inches, every day.
c'mon.
in fact,
real life documentation is over for the moment.
i've got saturday night fever,
and the fever comes with drippy nose,
aching ears,
forzen digits,
and soggy shoes.
this is responsible adulthood.
this is north woods living.
this is all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....