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An Ode to Our Neighbor With a Snowblower

Hail to thee, oh snowblower
And the man who clears our walk.
He ask for naught in recompense
He pauses just to talk
About weather and town politics,
Family and friends.
As we gaze up to the darkened skies
And a winter without end.

Seriously, though. I’d still be out there shoveling if it wasn’t for him. The man snow-blows our sidewalk AND our driveway. Every storm. Every flurry. Evert time a few flakes hit the ground. And, if you’ve paid any attention to the weather here in Boston, that’s pretty much every day. Sometimes twice a day. And he apologized to me last night, because he got his snowblower out so early during the last storm and he “hoped he didn’t wake us up.” I told him not to worry about it. He could stand outside our house with a gong and a vuvuzela at 2am if he cleared our sidewalk afterwards. At this point, he’s built up so much good karma, he could stand outside our house with a gong and a vuvuzela at 2am and leave our sidewalk covered in snow and I’d still be grateful for everything he’s done for us this winter.

Did I mention that he loves loaning Kristian power tools?

I love our house, but I seriously love our neighbors.

I want to bake him something by way of a thank you. What baked good best says “thank you for snow-blowing for us pretty much every single day and being the world’s greatest neighbor?”

Chocolate-chip cookies?
Banana bread?
Cinnamon rolls?
Plane tickets to Florida?

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