For whatever reason that COMPLETELY escapes me, my significant other decided, during our recent snowfall, that it would be interesting to accompany a neighbor skilled in snowplowing, as an assistant to this endeavor.
With many accounts (and many years with these accounts) under our neighbor's belt, the adventure began when the snow demonstrated a determination to accumulate, coupled with cold weather that would make the morning a truly beautiful (and slippery ugly) reminder that action is imperitive, particulary for his clients that are unable to shovel themselves.
While watching the deer, snow, and peace of our quiet community, I wondered: what does a snow plower make, anyway?
I'm told that this endeavor supplies service with money- a good thing, fair to all.
When my significant other appeared late that night, MANY hours later, he appeared with a bag.
The bag contained: a mix for banana bread, three tangerines, and two bananas.
Evidently, unexpected events such as snow, compelled a few recipients of the service to offer what they could.
I guess that 2009 still offers generosity, in whatever form that is possible- while things may be different for all of us, the smell of banana bread baking works for me.
Not so much for the neighbor, but this is 2009, after all. We'll save him a slice.
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It sounds like a story from the history books. =) and having spent my whole life in Florida, this comment may sound naive, but I didn't realized that snow-plowing was a "skill". I guess I thought of it like mowing the grass in your yard. So I learned a little something extra just by your choice of wording =)