During the 24-hour period from early Monday morning until early Tuesday morning, we collected more than a foot of snow. The snow was light, and while it fell constantly during the period, it never snowed very hard. Once the sun rose, and the coffee settled. It was time to get to work.
Snow removal is a fairly large job. Our driveway is about 80′ (24m) long and wide enough for two cars at both ends. It chokes down to a single lane as it passes the house. If that was all I was trying to clear, I think it would take 30-45 minutes – tops. However, the town requires that we clear the sidewalk. Despite the fact that some people don’t, I do. And I clear my neighbor’s sidewalk. He’s 95. My father would reach down from Heaven and smack me upside the head if I didn’t do that. I also clear his driveway, a single lane from the street to the garage door on his house, is easy.
In addition to his walk and driveway, I make one pass up his ramp. It’s far from a complete job, but it’s a very good start. I would do a better job, if he left a shovel outside, but he refuses. This time, I heard a weird sound and saw a bunch of debris coming out of the snow blower’s chute. He had never brought his newspaper in on Monday – he never will. It reminded me of when we would watch Sesame Street with our daughter.
“One of these things is not like the other…”