I went out this New Years morning to shovel the driveway, then retreated inside to work on my novel. Woodworking has to be on the backburner for a while as my knees took a tremendous beating being on my feet in the shop so many hours this year. Instead of moping about it I’m going to spend time on some other talents I’ve been blessed with, writing and art. I went out to clear the driveway again and saw the Freightliner in this condition. I don’t have to drive until Wednesday evening so I’ll wait till tomorrow to clean it off. No, I don’t drive around like this. My wife snapped this and laughed as I added the Happy New Year when photoshopping out the license plate.
This is what she looks like on a good day. There’s a wack of surface area to clean, and all the wheels are aluminum. The truck suffered this year for a regular bath as I was so busy with the casket making and other projects.
Christmas was a big change from previous years as my mother suffered a virus, after recovering from cancer surgery, and regressed in her cognitive abilities to the point of needing constant supervision. Consequently we’ve had to move her out of her apartment of twenty years where the family got together and enjoyed Christmas, and in with my oldest daughter who lives nearby. My mom will be able to shop and bank at familiar venues, and enjoy the closeness of her great grandson. Although my daughter’s bungalow is tiny, we were once again able to squeeze the whole family in and have a warm Christmas get-together.
My knees were so bad after the move, that I could barely walk for a couple of days. And my clutch knee is the worst. Shovelling snow and gathering weekly firewood have taken their toll on my knees as well, so getting off my feet for a while is the obvious prescription.
Still, I’m thankful for what I have, considering the myriads of homeless people I pass every night as I travel through the downtown core of the two cities I pass through to deliver my load. The truck route goes by several missions, handing out food and giving shelter to the unfortunate. Still the byways are crowded with the homeless, in the cold and unforgiving weather we experience around here.
I get to sit at the computer and rest my legs in warmth and comfort while they have nothing. I have no particular resolutions this year, but perhaps practicing thankfulness in my daily routine would be a good one to work on.
-- Phil Brown, Ontario