…there’s a white boat coming up the river


Look out Momma….there’s a white boat coming up the river….    Neil Young …Powderfinger

Snow is coming.

It’s in the forecast for the middle of the week…chances of “significant accumulation”, whatever that means.

I should be so lucky to have a job, like the weatherman, where I can say, “Something’s going to happen…” and people actually listen.

I suspect that it may happen…it might…something always happens whether someone has warned me or not.

Something always happens…and sometimes I’m not just watching it all go down.

When you deliver mail, you’re a participant in whatever the weather is doing.

I wonder how it would feel to be in a situation where I could say, “Wow…I’m glad that I don’t have to be out in that!

That’s not going to happen.

What the heck, though…I love snow.

Let it come. Let it cover the earth…or at least my neck of the woods.

I’ll just wear some good boots….a parka…a hat…gloves…gas up the Jeep…and go roaming around.

It’ll be like that old Steve Martin joke where he singsongs “and the most amazing thing is….I get paid for doing this!

Don’t throw me in the briar patch, Mr. Postmaster General !

Please don’t let this little Norwegian play in the snow.

Now that I think about it a little, I’m kind of like a “Husky-man”.

Not like a “husky” man…with a special section in the Sears clothing section where I could buy jeans with a lot of room in the seat…I mean a “Husky-man”…like the dog who’s famous for loving the snow.

Why should I whine like all the others…all the ones who flee to their carts and sheds…when I’m one of the true Norwegian snow lovers?

I’m the soldier going in to battle who turns to his compatriot before the big fight and says, “LETS ROCK!!!”

Put in that perspective, I’m rather looking forward to being covered in white.

Bring it.

Nahhhhh…what the heck?…I’m still a little nervous about sliding off the mountain.

I think it’s something about having an agenda…being a government agent.  If I was just out screwing around in the fresh powder,  I wouldn’t care how the day went down.

I’d just be outside…playing in the snow.

Maybe that’s the secret? Maybe I’ve just hit on something that could help me in my situation?

Maybe if I think of any potentially dangerous or distasteful situation as “just playing”, I could change my perspective enough that I could breeze through any weird event?

I wouldn’t be a man with a job that had to be done come rain or shine.

I’d be a guy having fun doing something strange out in the snow.

I’d be the one people would see out of their windows…watching from the comfort of their warm homes…the one that they’d ask about, “Why is he driving by in weather like this? Doesn’t he have any sense at all?”

You don’t have the blessing of a government mandate to do something crazy like drive in really bad weather everyday.

I’m one of the elite, then, aren’t I?

I have a supported reason to do the insane thing.

It doesn’t get much better than that.

Husky-man says, “GO!!!!”

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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