The Frosty Death Wish

Perhaps you have seen the frosty death wish. Perhaps you have the frosty death wish. I think I might have the frosty death wish. Even wishes.

I have made a habit of rising early in the morning and it is in the morning that the frosty death wish is most apparent. One morning recently I came upon perhaps that most egregious offender. The biggest wisher. The frostiest. In the darkness I was passing another vehicle but I could only see the drivers eyes. And the reason is simple. They were in too great a hurry to be bothered with the scraping of the windshield. Or any other glass for that matter. The only clear area was a credit card width sized scrapping approximately 18 inches long. Two eyes pressed closely behind it. Hoping for safe passage. Deserving it not.

At what point do we decide that it is a good idea to drive blindly. To drive with disdain. To drive like a blindfolded texting teenager handling their first cigarette.

Listen I've been there. I've done it. I've walked out into the darkness and discovered the cold work before me. I've done it half way. Driving too early. Driving and Praying.

Of all the things to be an inconvenience perhaps we should pick something else. Perhaps we could adjust our morning routine - teeth brushing or the towel hanging. Perhaps we could wash ourselves but forget the cream rinse. We could save some time in these others areas so that we could do the scraping that might allow us to live.

So that at our funeral those that love us might not have to say,

"He lived well, but died poorly".
"His life counted, but He is dead because he couldn't scrape"
"If he had made more money and/or used his garage he'd be on vacation today... but instead we are here and he is dead"
"Death comes for us all, but it comes more quickly to those that are cold and lazy"
"He blogged about the importance of winter windshield maintenance... and yet"


Live another day. Run from the frosty sarcophagus. Touch the Thunder.

A New Tradition

This year we've started a new tradition.

The post Christmas clean-up is a bit of a bummer so I've decided to spice things up a bit. Instead of simply hand mulching our organically grown Fraser Fur like we usually do, we're going to push the tree disposal boundaries a little bit.

Back when I was in university my college chums and I went through a brief period of time when throwing things off the roof our our house was a grand form of entertainment. It was this memory that inspired the activities of tonight.

With the family gathered a safe distance away from the landing area, I pulled the now thoroughly dry tree up onto the roof of our home. There I doused it with kerosene using a small hand-held sprayer and lit it ablaze.

Its glowing arc through the cold night sky was something our family will cherish in our hearts forever... or until next year.