After last night’s frozen garage door debacle, I spent the day dreading the digging ahead. On my way home, I saw that my sidewalk had been cleared, which was great, but not terribly unusual – sometimes a neighbor will run down the whole block, creating a beautifully straight snowbank.
But as I reached my house, I discovered that my entire driveway was clear, and only the garage was still entombed. Perfectly straight tire tracks lined the driveway, and there was even a tidy path to my backdoor. Now, I’ve joked with my neighbor Santos on a couple occasions when we were out working on our respective driveways – “Hey, you can do mine when you’re done!” – but it was a very nice surprise.
I’ve baked chocolate chip cookies and will be leaving them on their step in the morning. Thank you, neighbor!
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Oh, man. Thats amazing. There should be an award for that kind of thing. I always think fondly on the Chicago area and think about coming back one day… and then I remember the snow. 🙂Your picture of you in front of your house looks great by the way!-Amber-