A wall of snow encroaches on our driveway. I worry about running out of space for the car.
Dams of ice clog the gutters. Our garage roof supports a massive accumulation of the white stuff. Tomorrow I’ll climb the roof with a shovel.
I’ve never contended with so much snow. The stuff isn’t melting. Another blizzard looms two days away.
Elsewhere in the neighborhood, people operate snow blowers. Others folks hire drivers with plows.
I’m probably the only person in this neighborhood who still clears snow with only a shovel. A thought keeps crossing my mind. For next winter, should I buy a snow blower?
The notion goes against my nature. I’m a minimalist. Fewer possessions mean less clutter.
A shovel is the antithesis of clutter. It’s operation is simple. It doesn’t require maintenance. It hangs on a garage wall.
A snow blower adds to clutter. It requires maintenance. It won’t fit in the garage. A shed—yet another material possession—would be needed.
But a snow blower is great at clearing snow, a form of clutter.
People stick to their ideals until a disruption strikes. Seventy plus inches of snow represents a disruption.
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