
Your forbearance is humbly requested, while I post yet another snow photo. This is a view out tbbs WorldHQ’s front door, which reveals my covered ’01 Saturn. We think MLB’s ’08 is under the pile mid-photo, and our neighbor’s VW is visible on the right.
There’s evidence there that a neighbourhood Good Samaritan, who presumably is equipped with a snow blower, has cleared some of the sidewalk out front. I’ll make it a point to treat this person to a few beers, or better yet, a shot of good single-barrel bourbon, if I can ascertain their identity.
The Big Dig starts tomorrow; the sidewalk leading to our front door is at the top of the list. Then the stretch of walk in front of our place. Then a path to the cars; there’s a grass strip between the curb and sidewalk. I never mind those parts too much. With snow of this depth, scooping paths on the driver’s side of the cars is necessary. And that’s the part that I don’t like; I have to traipse across the street to empty the shovel, the yard being full after the sidewalk scooping. Scoop, traipse, dump, repeat. Then, pushing the snow off the cars leaves another passel to be relocated across the street.
Our next door neighbors are off on a cruise and are due back on Monday, so I’m duty-bound to scoop the walks leading to their house, so they will have a clear path. They are good neighbors, quiet, attentive without nosiness, just like I like. So we help each other out.
So, all in all, tomorrow promises to be a day of more physical exertion than befits a confirmed couch potato. I have the single-barrel bourbon and Ben Gay to look forward to at the end of the efforts. Is that inspiration, or what?
-k-