Mojo tries to live a carefree life with few regrets. And usually, she's pretty successful at that, despite her silly Blog o' Complaints. But there is a recent moment in time I am now regretting, with a sort of vague sadness.

Let us cut to about a month ago, when I first reported about Problem Bear. I didn't name him. The honkin' big red tags stapled to his ears named him. "Problem Bear" is actually a technical term used by Fish & Wildlife folks to designate a bear that has become habituated to people and hence become a problem hanging around houses, dumping people's garbage, etc. While some people think it's "cute" to have wild animals eating food off their porches or sniffing at their window screens, it becomes far less cute when the animal starts destroying property or killing livestock or frightening defenseless little housewifey ladies.

So anyway, I go out to try to scare off Mister Problem Bear, and when I present myself to him and yell at him in my finest Fishwife Voice, he pays me practically no heed. We're about twenty feet from each other, me in my bathrobe trying to yell all scary, and him eating blackberries and just sort of looking at me between mouthfuls.  MORE Mojo! »

We got about a foot, or maybe 14 inches of snow yesterday. Can't be bothered to measure it. But it was nearly up to my knees.

And of course right before the snow we had several nice days above freezing. Which meant that the skim left on the driveway became a regular slick of ice. Put some nice fluffy snow on top of that, and you have comedy GOLD!

Let's watch Mojo try to woman-handle the snow blower on a frictionless surface! What's that? The wheels don't have any traction? Why, she'll just give it a push, huh? Bwah hah hah hah!

At first it wasn't so bad because I was hitting a foot-deep pile of fluff. But as the snow was cleared the impacts became that much more impactful.  MORE Mojo! »