You got more snow than we did.

Sarah, 4.5, whom you may remember, wanted there to be enough to sled on, but there really wasn't. The snow stuck to the trampoline, but not to the rest of the yard.

The neighbor's yard had more snow than ours -- maybe enough for a sled run or two. At first I thought that was impossible, that I must be hallucinating, or something. But their grass is maybe five inches long, where mine is less than three. My guess is that their lawn has a higher R value to keep the warm ground from melting incoming flakes...

Snowlesslness is another unexpected consequence of unemployment.

I've become increasingly serious about lawn care since my last day of work some time back in April.

The last time I had this level of enthusiasm I was eight. Taking charge of a growling power reel mower, or better yet, our scary rotary mower, kind of turned me on. By the time I was fourteen the thrill was definitely gone.

I can't say mowing thrills me again, but the prospect of paying someone elde to perform this task when I have all this time on my hands is even less thrilling. After a while, I became more interested in achieving a particular artistic result.

Anyway, my grass is really short because I've discovered that I can pick up leaves with the rear bagger. As a result, Sarah has no snow.

Write if you get work...

-Tom