Prince Albert Voice
You’ve probably heard of the gigantic wooden horse the people of Troy pulled into their city, only to be slaughtered by the Greek soldiers inside the thing. Or the father-son duo who flew too close to then sun on their homemade wings and were destroyed.
Do you have friends or acquaintances who, when you ask what they’ve been up to, make you wish you’d never asked?
These are the folks who immediately begin a recitation of chores, projects and duties that seem to go on endlessly in a whirl of frantic activity. When at last they pause, faces glowing with holy virtue, it is to wait like eager puppies for the praise that is their due.
During the last ten years I taught school in rural Saskatchewan our staffroom conversation often focused on declining school enrolment. It was a matter of job security and we teachers worried about it. Our principal, who had seven children of his own, always declared that he was doing his share to fill up classroom desks and urged the rest of us to try a little harder.
Ever have a yen for drudgery: for plain old unexciting, repetitive, hard work?
Well, we got a big dump of snow here yesterday, so I spent a couple of hours today (as I write, Jan 29) clearing our driveway--not a short one--and parking area with a snow scoop, the kind you push ahead of you.