Relative Something

You might think that today is the Monday between Christmas and New Year’s celebrations when everyone is on vacation and free to do whatever they wish, going to movies, visiting friends, returning unwanted gifts or plotting some joyous way to occupy their time. I would think that, too, if it weren’t for the fact that not everyone is on vacation. Talk about a buzz-kill. The day-job has nabbed my time for four full days this week. I find myself pressed between the incredible luck of actually having a job, and bemoaning the fact that I have to go to work. Yes, don’t we make things just that complex for ourselves.

On the bright side, I am able to look at the responsibilities of my day job in the positive light of allowing me respite from the back-breaking work of shoveling the snow off of our roof. It has accumulated to over 3 feet in places, and my vents aren’t even 6″ tall. The blanket of snow has so insulated our rooftop that the attic is becoming warm enough to melt the snow. We have developed icicles that reach from the second story, all the way to the ground. I’ve lived in this house for over 23 years. Even though there have been 1 or 2 other times in all those years that I’ve felt it necessary to clear the snow from the roof, it was never this early in the snow season. What do you think the odds are that I’ll need to be back up there again before spring? I’m beginning to see the value of the design of the roof of an igloo. No icicles on the eaves!