In Wenatchee, WA, have been getting heavy snow for the past week. Mostly slush and freezing rain due to climate change.

So, I get up early and shovel the bottom stairs, a path to my car, the slanting cement pad beneath the stairs, and the cement pad in front of the mailboxes. I don't want the mail delivery person slipping on snow and ice.

I consider it community service. I try to shovel with a peaceful, happy mind instead of feeling resentful.

I live in an triplex. The man hired to deal with residents is supposed to shovel snow. With the first heavy snow, he shoveled the cement pad at the base of the stairs once. Did a lousy job. I cleaned up after him, shoveling the snow onto grass and flowerbeds, so it can melt and trickle down into the ground. Instead of melting and refreezing on cement.

He wanders around waving a leaf blower haplessly. He starts at noon after the day warms up. Too late. The height of laziness.

Darwin award winner.