Sunday, February 4, 2018
The Rowing Team
More than a month ago now the doorbell rang one evening and I looked outside to find 7 or 8 young people, all tall and with massive shoulder spans, selling a season pass of snow shovelling to raise money for their team. "Sign me up" I fairly shouted.
It wasn't inexpensive but I knew that for us it would be a bargain: my snow shovelling muscles have gone kaput and MrBP is busier at work than he's been during any winter ever.
I woke up this morning at 7am to a house of absolute silence: Lil' Rascal is at a sleeplessover, MrBP is already at his office, and Scout is flaked out in Ole Rascal's room in a deep dog slumber.
I still haven't seen them in action but my hubs caught them one morning. He said they swooped in, the team of them, and made quick work of it, effortlessly throwing snow up on the banks with those strong young backs and shoulders.
They're like superheroes!
I'll be home tackling my housework today and then sorting out snacks and treats for later this afternoon: it's Miller Time tonight aka The Super Bowl! Are you watching? This is like Christmas for football-crazed MrBP.