January 25, 2004
Sundays at home
So we shoveled some snow today.
"We" here means me and Alan. Alan still doesn't like to touch snow, but he's discovered that it's fun to fling it around with a dustpan. Unfortunately, he's still a bit unclear on the purpose of the flinging; he's as likely to throw it onto the newly shoveled and swept front walk, as back onto the drift. But we're both having fun, so, really, who cares.
There's supposed to be a requirement that every house in the neighborhood shoud clear the adjacent sidewalk. A few people do; most don't. I've heard that there's some sort of warden or neighborhood watch officer who's supposed to enforce this rule, but he seems to have taken January off. December too, come to think of it.
Other than going out to shovel and sweep, we've spent most of the day indoors. Alan is starting to develop preferences in television: he likes animal shows, especially "The Crocodile Hunter", and anything involving big machines and noisy engines. The Discovery Channel has a show called "Scrapheap Challenge", in which two teams compete to build some improbable machine -- a monster truck, a speedboat -- in a few hours, from what's available in a junkyard. It's a big hit. "Vroom! Vroom!"