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...berry, berry tired.

We had a blizzard yesterday and last night that dropped 25 cm of snow in 24 hours (about 9ish inches). That's nothing unusual for this area, so it's not a major disaster or anything; but when you've got a Christmas Tree lot set up in your parking lot it results in a lot of work.

First of all, let me set the scene: my Christmas Tree outfit consists of a green plaid lumberjack jacket, toque, snowpants, heavy duty gloves and Sorels (boots). When the weather is better the toque is replaced by a Santa hat. Yeah, I know; I'm cool.

We have a holiday forest set up with rows and rows of Balsam Fir, Fraser Fir and Scotch Pine. The incredible dump of snow buried all of the trees. Dad, Norm (the guy who sells used cars) and I spent most of the day digging out.

The procedure:

1. Brush the snow off a tree using a sweeping dogpaddle/ girlfight motion.

2. Embrace tree in a bear hug (gives short chicks like me better leverage) and shake it.

3. Drag tree to another area.

4. Use niftyHonda HS724TCD Snowblower with electric start and joystick chute control to clear out tree lot (seriously - it's December, we had a blizzard and I had two calls from people wanting to buy boats and ZERO wanting snowblowers. What the hell is that about?)

5. Replace trees.

6. Repeat 200+ times until tree lot is snow free.

I'm SO glad I went to university.

I also fixed the snowblower after the auger became hopelessly jammed with twigs and baling twine (Yay!Small Hands). I feel terribly competent right now.

All in all, it was an AWESOME day. I love working outside in the winter. There is something so invigorating that comes with the idea of being warm and dry and outside in nasty weather.

Heartwarming tree story of the day:

Young 20-something couple who moved here this summer (and we sold them a boat): "This is our first real tree together, ever!"

Me (noting tiny Toyota Echo hatchback they were driving): Would you like us to deliver that?

Young 20-something couple (wide-eyed): Really, you do that?

Me: Yup, we do it for everybody (no charge -- my Dad loves, LOVES delivering trees - it makes him extremely happy).

Voice from behind me: "Where do you live"

Me (Recognizing guy as someone who lives in same area): "Oxbow Drive, they just moved in this summer"

Me (to young couple): This is Dave, he lives just down the street from you.

Young Couple: We bought the Bannerman place.

Dave (who drives a pickup truck): I drive right past you, I'll drop off your tree!

Young couple: Really???

Me: Awesome!

I gave Dave a discount on his tree as a thank you.

Young couple and Dave then established that Young Couple had befriended Dave's elderly, half-blind Black Lab a week ago when she has gotten confused and was wandering down the road. Daves' wife picked her up. Don't you love small towns??

If that wasn't enough to make me feel warm and gooey, I heard The Spoons singing "Old Emotion" on the radio. I don't know if The Spoons ever penetrated beyond Ontario. They are an example of an 80's band that pretty much defined my Grade Nine year. Here's the "Old Emotion" video:

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No, the girl is not wearing a hat. That's a perm.

Other than the hair (Yay!Mullets), the shoes (Docksiders!) and the sweater (Fisherman sweaters - I've knitted you!), I think this particular song stands up pretty well. I always loved Sandy's (the girl) look.

The Spoons were from Toronto and are an excellent example of New Wave.

This was their first hit:
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Here's a song that I always loved:
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The subway stations in Toronto still look the same, but the subway cars are now silver instead of red.

Um, I guess this was a pretty long winded and pointless post (and I didn't even get to the story about my old science teacher telling me antique "Mommy, Mommy" jokes tonight ("Mommy, Mommy, I don't want to go to Europe". "Shut up and keep swimming").

And I'm sorry for all of the parentheses (sadly, I totally speak like this in real life).


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