
At least three people on the block have snow blowers and are constantly doing powdery drive-bys on my front sidewalk. The boyscout down the street is bringing by the popcorn we ordered a few months back, and his sister is volunteering to take care of the chickens during our winter vacation.Scott brought hot cocoa to our landlady next door who was snow-blowing the 'hood and later she brought over two huge pieces of beef roast from her ranch.
Then there are always the "well intended" incidents, with not-so-hot outcomes. Like the city snow plow truck that took out the back light of an Explorer a few houses down. Or the rocky hill I made Scott sled down, which didn't have quite enough snow on it to render the rocks harmless (he doesn't have as much padding as I do).
I say, live by these principles and it is hard to go wrong (I have this on my fridge and above my desk):
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