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I like snowblowers. They exemplify the season in so many ways. Snowblowers come out with snow, after all, and there's usually snow around the holiday. Not only does a snowblower make moving the white stuff easier, they give men a challenge worthy of their manliness and are a potent aphrodisiac. Ask any man who has successfully started one.
Snowfall on my street brings out the men in force. A few inches of snow and soon the roar of snowblowers fills the winter air. Up and down the street, the guys not only blow their own walks and drives but most generously do those of their neighbors as well, all for the pleasure of watching plumes of white fly through the air.
I shovel. First off, I'm afraid of machines that chop off body parts. Second, I need the exercise. Shoveling snow is old school for a girl from Wisconsin and I built up some serious snow shovel skills and muscles over the years. It's nice to trot them out and Philadelphia only occasionally gets snowfall significant enough to warrant hauling out a machine. But we have one.
We bought a snowblower last year because the winter before we had a blizzard that dumped 36" on us. Naturally, after we bought the snowblower it didn't snow at all that year. So it just sat there. It's still in the garage, but this week we started it up just to be sure it would run. The surest guarantee in the world for heavy snow is to have a non-functioning snowblower. No sooner had we started up our machine than, sure enough, two of our neighbors hauled theirs out and made sure they too would be up to the job should the opportunity arise. The menfolk got together and spent an hour talking about whatever men with snowblowers talk about. It's a seasonal ritual right up there with cookies baking.
Gosh, I love winter!
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