Zen and the Art of Snowblowing

Snow on evergreen branch

With Winter in full swing, we got a legitimate amount of snow this weekend. it’s never as much as they say it’ll be, but we got a lot of snow. I mean, a lot. All told, I think we got about a foot.

I love using my snowblower. I mean, I really love using my snowblower. It’s one of those oversized, dual-stage machines that’s really suited for a much worse climate than we live in. The kind that has optional accessories like a voting-booth-style hood you can walk inside of, heated grips, and a headlight. It was a bit of a statement of machismo when I bought it.

This is my snowblower. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

In fact, it’s so overpowered I rarely even use the thing. Most of the time, I look outside at your typical midwestern dusting of snow, sip my coffee, shrug my shoulders and say, “Meh. It’ll melt. I’m not even taking it out for this kind of snow.”

This weekend, though… This weekend, the snow showed up.

So I didn’t just take the opportunity to clear my driveway – no, I cleared our driveway, the neighbor’s across the street, the guy next door, and a bunch of the surrounding sidewalks. I needed to let that big red monster breathe.

I love activities like snowblowing (blowing snow? throwing snow? – I may need a style guide). Honesty, I savor opportunities to use it. It’s exactly the kind of mindless work I love. There’s no strategy, there’s no thinking involved. It’s just me and the back and forth. Clear a line, Turn around. Turn around again.

Those close to me know my love for this kind of thing. It’s the same reason I love washing dishes, painting a room, cutting the grass, etc. Just let your brain turn off and do the thing until it’s done.

  • Clear a line
  • Turn around
  • Clear another

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