A single lady vs the snow.

This year for the first time in a long time I find myself facing the  winter as a single girl, I try to take this bad situation in sympathy and laugh at it.

A girl alone has a thousand resources, even in the mountains! And  when they want to make you believe that you can not do a thing because  you're a girl .. in many cases are wrong, in my way in some ways are  right! But we must do it, always ahead!

I wake up with the little unnoble thought "I miss him and now who will clean the chimney?".

Certainly not me, covered with soot I can not see myself, black gives mea good look but not on the top of my head.

First step call who  can to fix the washing machine or reassemble the cabinet door.

I have the internet and the tutorials, they will be my faithful winter companions. real and save the number, I need a loaned husband.

However, I do not give up, I take my boots. i am ready mountain life, three cups of  coffee and pull the shovel out of the garage, I miraculously know where  it is!

I descend the icy stairs, boldly spread away. After twenty minutes I'm already resting on the shovel to look at the  forlorn scene thinking sadly "I'll save at least the gym" while with  long breaks I'm going to shovel all the path and I can guarantee you it  is not a path!

While spilling with rock bands of unheard-of violence in my ears, to give me the right charge, another problem occurs to me.

The wood.

I try with an uncertain attempt to split it, strain into position, accept, log and go.

No way, the ax is planted in the log and that is not stirred, it  accepts it even, and I try to separate them, a pitiful scene, after five  minutes I give up, I will call the lumberjack to make me make smaller  pieces to light.

So  no problem, armed with  ikea bags  very calmly I carry on one at a  time filling it with big beautiful woods, unfortunately I remain a lady  of 44 kilos and more I can not bring, but if I put something on my head I  am irremovable, I bring on enough wood to fill a wall and then I'm sweating like I've had ten hours of sauna!

So beautiful sweat, I light the stove that never takes me to the first, but after at least three failed attempts I can do it.

The house needed it was like entering the icebox, perfect place for a  serial killer collector of corpses, but it is not my case, I collect  only cheats and turns of boxes.

Broken path, burning stove, God forbid it does not break anything, I prepare a nice herbal tea and uncork the sparkling wine.

The life of singles in the mountains will not be simple but in the meantime I have done a first step.

A toast to me!