A Neighbory Kinda Update
Feb. 3rd, 2011 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogYaknow, considering we didn't, supposedly, get The OMGSnow? We got a fair amount of the stuff. It was a bear driving in it late yesterday, and getting in and out of our driveway last night until the plow guys came in the middle of the night (to give Eleanor and I something to listen to during our nightly insomnia). I finished things fairly early this afternoon, and when the animals went into full-blown mooch mode at close to 5, I resolved to get the hell out there and shovel some of it.
We've been trying to honor our civic duty and keep the sidewalk, and passable paths to our garage and front doors, relatively clear on a regular basis; we're not as anal as the neighbor who scrapes her whole driveway and corner-lot sidewalk down to bare pavement multiple times during a snowfall, but it's better than most of the jamoches around here who don't do anything. I could hear the pissedoffedness of the tenants inside as I got most of the six or so inches that fell, mostly, yesterday, after the Big Storm had been pronounced a big bust. Sure enough, the total was kept down by a portion early on that was freezing rain, and THAT was a bear to get off the bottom. Still, it's done, the sky was gorgeous and star-filled during the work, and there's nothing in the immediate forecast to make me feel it was all a waste.
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Before that burst of energy, as I headed over to Tonawanda for some paperwork for a closing, I saw one of our neighbors in her car, stuck on the edge of HER driveway. They don't have a service, and I'm not sure if they even have a snowblower. Their son was out, in his jam shorts and hoodie, trying to get the packed snow out from under the car. I wasn't dressed for a full-blown push session myself, but I did bring over some cardboard to try to give the wheels something to get purchase on. Ultimately, AAA came and dragged her out, and the car's on the street now, since the job's still not done.
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In between those, not knowing if Eleanor had procured wine (she had- hic), I stopped at our corner packie and settled on a compromise coupla liters of cheap chardonnay. Another neighbor was in there, buying a similar quantity of vodka.
As they rang her out, she felt compelled to say, "That's a really good deal." "Yeah," I said to myself, "if you're trying to get on a list for a liver transplant."
I may not be cold turkey when it comes to alcohol, but I don't get anywhere near that kind of proof in that kind of quantity- and I don't get mean when I do drink.
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Gotta be outta here at asscrack o'clock tomorrow, and Em thinks she's coming home for the weekend. She's gonna try to get a picture of a field out on the edge of campus, where a student snow-wrote the words "BAD WOLF" in 10-foot-high letters. She just said that's why she loves RIT so much- it's a place where people "get" that kind of thing.
We've been trying to honor our civic duty and keep the sidewalk, and passable paths to our garage and front doors, relatively clear on a regular basis; we're not as anal as the neighbor who scrapes her whole driveway and corner-lot sidewalk down to bare pavement multiple times during a snowfall, but it's better than most of the jamoches around here who don't do anything. I could hear the pissedoffedness of the tenants inside as I got most of the six or so inches that fell, mostly, yesterday, after the Big Storm had been pronounced a big bust. Sure enough, the total was kept down by a portion early on that was freezing rain, and THAT was a bear to get off the bottom. Still, it's done, the sky was gorgeous and star-filled during the work, and there's nothing in the immediate forecast to make me feel it was all a waste.
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Before that burst of energy, as I headed over to Tonawanda for some paperwork for a closing, I saw one of our neighbors in her car, stuck on the edge of HER driveway. They don't have a service, and I'm not sure if they even have a snowblower. Their son was out, in his jam shorts and hoodie, trying to get the packed snow out from under the car. I wasn't dressed for a full-blown push session myself, but I did bring over some cardboard to try to give the wheels something to get purchase on. Ultimately, AAA came and dragged her out, and the car's on the street now, since the job's still not done.
----
In between those, not knowing if Eleanor had procured wine (she had- hic), I stopped at our corner packie and settled on a compromise coupla liters of cheap chardonnay. Another neighbor was in there, buying a similar quantity of vodka.
As they rang her out, she felt compelled to say, "That's a really good deal." "Yeah," I said to myself, "if you're trying to get on a list for a liver transplant."
I may not be cold turkey when it comes to alcohol, but I don't get anywhere near that kind of proof in that kind of quantity- and I don't get mean when I do drink.
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Gotta be outta here at asscrack o'clock tomorrow, and Em thinks she's coming home for the weekend. She's gonna try to get a picture of a field out on the edge of campus, where a student snow-wrote the words "BAD WOLF" in 10-foot-high letters. She just said that's why she loves RIT so much- it's a place where people "get" that kind of thing.