OK so here I sit, taking a 5 minute break it's only early afternoon and it feels like 11pm here.. My bones are aching from the 3 hours snow shoveling event for which I crossed the finish line with the help of my neighbor. He and his family live behind me, there's quite a bit of distance between our houses and I only ever interact with his family during the summer when I'm in the back yard picking a peach off the tree or mowing the lawn. It's usually a 5 second "Hey how are you doing?" "Oh, I'm doing fine... Well have a nice day!"
So here I am bordering a cardiac event lifting the wet heavy snow with the old worn out shovel I bought from Rona last year... And I hear something off to the side of my house.. A familiar sound but one that is usually not so close...
Varoooommmmm, the sound of his snow blower making it's way down my long corner sidewalk... I guess he took pity on me because of all the cursing and swearing between gasps for air. His snow blower, I'm sure it's a bazillion horsepower or something. Snow tires and chains included... Came a blustering down the sidewalk with fury. Blowing that sloppy wet mess clear into the street. He waves to me, smiles then turns back the other way for the second pass. It's like he's both mocking me and lending a hand all in one.
:) Nice man
It's Christmas eve.. Merry frickin Christmas... For the love of fried chicken, go spend time with your family instead of reading this stupid blog!!!
I know I'm gonna go return to my family now...
Cheers!
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