the soft futility of a snow day

and the relentless life of a dishwasher

Camus may have had hill to push rocks up as an exercise in futilty.

But that dude?

He didnt’ know nothing.

He didn’t live in a a house with a broken dishwasher.

Between my wife and I, we’ve spent a total of four hours cleaning dishes.

The children?

Their hands couldn’t bear the discomfort.

Instead?

They played.

It was a snow day.

Things were cancelled.

Some cancelled came from higher up.

The soccer people said no.

But much of this days cancelation came due to parental protest.

I could drive you to work. The roads aren’t bad yet. But home from work after all of this snow? I’m not into that.

So work was cancelled for one of the offspring.

The two of them didn’t sit idle. The shoveled the driveway.

They shoveled the driveway then kept going. They shoveled the sidewalk all the way around the block.

But before you think to yourself about how cute they are, give your head a shake.

First?

They didn’t do it to make the world more accessible or to help old ladies or to save the friggin ozone from snowblowers.

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