I looked out the window this morning and saw the fresh snow.
All the cars parked are covered in a blanket of white, and the mounds of snow
from clearing the road almost hide them entirely. I see the property manager
out there with his John Deere, clearing the road, and notice my neighbour out
there clearing off his car.
I better get out there and move my car, I’m thinking, and
hurry to get dressed. My car hasn’t been moved in over a week though I’ve been
out there, started the engine and cleared it off twice. If I leave it, with the
sun shining on the windshield, there would be a melt/freeze thing going on and
it would be a mess scraping off the ice when I do want to go out.
By the time I got outside my neighbour had my car cleaned
off, even going so far as to take a broom to the 10 inches of accumulated snow
on the roof, a big deal as I drive a van.
We had a neighbourly chat, I moved my car so the parking
area could be cleared, and thanked my neighbour for the help. He’s a true
gentleman, and a very spry ninety years old.
Some of us age better than others, and as I make my way with
the walker, I envy him his energy and ability.
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