Let It Snow...

I woke this morning to the rumbling of a snow plow clearing off our street. Looking out the window, I was greeted by a white landscape.

This is the view looking out at our backyard. On the fence are Christmas decorations, and our shed is in the background.

My mother called today. It sounds like they are having a nice honeymoon. They decided against anything too extravagant, and instead drove up to a nice bed-and-breakfast in northern New Hampshire. They've been taking winter hikes in the surrounding hills.

She owns an apartment building, and ever the vigilant landlord, she had called one of her tenants to see if the driveway had been properly plowed this morning. Then she called me.

"Michael, the plow went through, but the sidewalks need to be cleared a little bit. Could you go down and do that for me?"

"Sure, no problem," I said.

So I dressed up in warm clothes, scraped off the car, and drove down to the apartment building with a shovel. The job did not take long, and soon I was back home. I stayed in the rest of the day, watching the continuing snowfall from inside the warm house.