Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne.
In her mind, the old battered shovel was weaponized, wield like an ancient sword and shield.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne,
“Every New Year’s,” she muttered, her back straining under the weight, “there’s a damn storm.” And, her neighbour, son a member of the town’s constabulary, never had to move her vehicle.
So, the plough swung wide, leaving the stormy detritus of the long curve in the road dumped right in front on her door-yard. Today, as deep as the top of her high rubber boots.
“And, if I laid down and died in, it, there would still be a few inches between the top of my head and the high road.”
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Not that she was going anywhere – she didn’t partake of the Eve parties or the Day’s Levees. But, public walkways had to be cleared or the sheriff came a’calling, and sometimes the postal person showed up. Sometimes.
Turning to push in the other direction, she narrowed her eyes. Even her glasses didn’t protect from the singing, stinging wind. Her hood kept pushing her head band down, skewing her glasses and her vision.
We twa hae run about the braes
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.
She was coated and stiff after an hour with still only half her ploughed in door-yard cleared. She could get one of those blowy horns that arched the mess in various directions, but she remained old school. The roars shattered the silences between the keening of the winds, cracking the moonlight.
We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
Frae mornin’ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin auld lang syne.
“Damn New Year’s,” she cursed. “Always, always a storm. And getting worse!”
She shuffled into her cottage to shake our her cloak, gloves, and knock the accumulation off her rubber boots. She settled on her bench before the fire, stirring up the lowering embers. A hot cup spiked with that dark-roast coffee liqueur wouldn’t be a bad idea, either.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right guid willy waught,
For auld lang syne.
Here, New Year’s only happened every 8 cycles or so, when the Fiery Mountains spewed forth it’s horde of dragons and ash. But lately, the New Year’s circle was getting shorter.
“A change in the balance,” she thought, “A change in the balance of those dragons’ scales.”
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne.
For mlmm tale weaver 53: New Year’s 2108
A princess, forced to shovel during a dragon blizzard could become troublesome, indeed. She tends to push as much of the ash and scale as she can under and behind her neighbour’s wagon as she could.
So troublesome as to take a week to make a tale weaver appearance and NOT in the intended story (which has yet to be finished; where is that frog when you need him, “Kermie, oh Kermie.”)
January 6, 2018 at 9:41 am
Great story 💜
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January 4, 2018 at 8:53 pm
Great story Lorraine, this shoveling snow has always fascinated me…..Happy New Year and thanks for adding to the tale weaver.
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January 4, 2018 at 10:32 pm
You should visit your North American friends in the winter — then you could get to experience the joys of snow shoveling! Why vacation during the good weather!
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January 4, 2018 at 10:33 pm
Yes tempting I have to say.
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January 4, 2018 at 10:35 pm
The tickets would be cheaper in January and February. Who, in their right mind, would fly to North America in the middle of winter?
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January 4, 2018 at 10:36 pm
Who’d come to Australia in our hot summer?
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January 5, 2018 at 12:33 am
If the air fare was cheaper, I’m crazy enough to consider it, lol. Always wanted to go to Australia and New Zealand. Now to win the lottery — the drawing on Saturday will be for at least $500 million. That might be just enough for me, lol.
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January 5, 2018 at 12:50 am
Fingers crossed
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