So we get this dumbass storm today. Five to nine inches of Full Monty snow, wet and heavy -- the kind that kills people who try to shovel it. The neighbor who has custody of our snowthrower -- the one I bought and he maintains -- didn't have a chance to use it on my driveway, because "Viktor," the guy who built the giant spec house across the street, beat him to it.
This is good news and bad news. The good news is watching Viktor bust his buns trying to be a good neighbor. He bought an industrial strength machine and goes around the whole neighborhood now. The bad news is that when he cleared my walks and driveway, a lot of the cold, wet, and heavy snow he was blowing into the wind effectively buried the steps and doors to my house. There was a two foot drift I had to maneuver just to get near the back entrance. My other neighbor usually shovels the steps for me afterward. Thanks to Viktor, I needed sled dogs to get indoors.
Not that I'm complaining.
Hell, yes, I am.