Well what do you know, I've got to get the blower and blow. If that doesn't work worth a poop, I'm forced to get the shovel and scoop. Shouldn't be too hard of a job either way and if I shortcut it some what the hey, the temperatures are supposed to get up into the 40's in the next couple of days with the possibility of some rain Monday and Tuesday. No need for me to be sweating it out there in the 25* cold too much.
Guess I'd better get started. Anger, rage, fury, ire, wrath, resentment, indignation. These nouns denote varying degrees of marked displeasure. I can't nail down the culprit but one of them has me pretty hot under the collar right now. The rotten, well paid snow pushing guys stopped about 140 feet up the road again. Dory had asked them to come all the way when she paid the last bill and the lady said they would but they didn't. She called the lady this morning and was told she would try to get them back out here. I need to go cool off now.
"The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present." - Barbara De Angelis
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