I broke the shovel NOW! Nov. 30th, 2006

So, I returned from Bermuda on Monday.  I was in that country watching the Chicago weather and seeing how beautiful the weather was here.  I was a little perturbed because I figured I could home and gloat a little.  But since it was mid 60s here, there really wasn't much bragging I could do.
Anyway, so last night the ice came.  It started out with the ice storm just as I was finishing rehearsal.  Now, I wake up today and see how much snow actually fell.  I called my job to tell them I would be a little late, and it turns out that the school lost power last night, and they closed the campus.  So I am getting a paid holiday of sorts.  Which is right on time, because I haven't stopped running since my plane landed on Monday.  I have not done my laundry, I have to take care of the cats, etc.  But anyway, I just got done shovelling the snow, and the bottom layer was all ice and slush.  It was heavy.  I finished my back yard to the alley, then the front walk and the front sidewalk, then I went next door to help my neighbor since he had a stroke last summer.  And wouldn't you know on the last shovel full of snow I BROKE THE SHOVEL!!!  I swore my ass off to the tune of 'MotherFucker; Fucking God Damn Shit' as I threw the shovel into the nearest tree and the broken handle into the sidewalk.  My neighbor was looking at me crazy, so I just stormed off to cool down.  I punched the door frame of my house on my way in, and then I grabbed a cup of coffee and listened to my roommates raz me about breaking Lawn equipment.  They told me that if I wasn't helping the neighbor then it wouldn't have broke.  'See that is why you shouldn't help people' I think that is what someone said.  Well, I laughed, but if they were serious, that is just wrong.  I like helping people.  Also, my grandfather (the one who helped me a lot over the past ten years told me yesterday he has prostate cancer)  I have lost two other grandfathers to cancer already.  I guess it is just in my DNA. 
  I wrote him a letter, saying how I felt.  Because the men in my family don't express emotions to each other.  I don't mind being a MAN; but I needed to tell him how I felt and thank him for everything he has done and taught me over the years.  I want him to know before it is too late to tell him.  Anyway, I haven't blogged in a while, so I think this is sufficient for all my visitors and regular readers.  I am in a good place today, and anybody that prays out there to whatever you believe in; pray for my grandfather on a healthy recovery.
Thanks
Kenny