I'd like to think that I have warm ears not only when I'm out in the snow, but when I'm listening to people. I know I'm not good at it. I'm clearly a talker. I'll talk to anyone who will listen. I don't care if they are interested in whatever I'm talking about. I just talk. Part of the problem is that I think that I'd like to talk to people about things that I don't care about, but I usually know nothing about whatever is being talked about. About half of my friends love video games. I used to when I was 10, but I no longer care at all. It sounds like a different language when they start talking about it. I couldn't join in if I tried.
I did the snow today in three shifts. My ears were on fire by the time I finished. I can't shovel when there's something on my head or ears. I've been done for 1 hours and I can still feel a slight burn. For some reason, I enjoy that feeling. It reminds me of when I used to be on the ski team in high school. I run into a tree one time, and that was the last time I went to the hill. The snow still reminds me of my aunt. We used to play in the snow all of the time when I was little. When I got older, we would take shifts working when it snowed a lot. Sometimes, when it snowed all day, we'd make a whole day of clearing the sidewalks together. Not sure why, but I enjoyed it.