The recent storm has reminded me once again how fortunate we are to have such a great group of neighbors. As E was struggling to shovel out the large ridge of snow at the end of our driveway, which our single-stage snowblower can’t handle, the neighbor across the street came over with his two-stage snowblower and took care of the ridge for us. Later that day, when E realized our other neighbors were trying to shovel out their entire driveway by hand, she insisted that they borrow our snowblower. The dad was trying to be very macho/stoic that he and his teenage son could shovel it all, but the dad had some kind of heart episode last year, so we were very relieved when he finally agreed to use the snowblower. The teenage son, meanwhile, had an enormous grin on his face at the fact that our persistence beat his dad’s stubbornness, and he wasn’t going to spend hours with a shovel! The wife later thanked us for talking her husband into it, and also asked if M can cat-sit when they go on vacation next month.
Meanwhile, E dug out around the fire hydrant. Later, yet another neighbor came by with his big snowblower, and widened the area. Our neighborhood is very good at collectively making sure the hydrant stays clear.
And finally, the plows cleared our road so it’s only a single lane wide. The mailbox for the neighbor across the street is now a good 6 feet back from the edge of the road, and would be an enormous job to clear out even with his big snowblower. But never fear. In some combination of Yankee frugality and foresight, when we replaced our mailbox and post last year, I had saved our old battered mailbox. I thought that some day we might end up with our mailbox so snowed in that it would be simpler to just prop the old mailbox on a snowbank by the edge of the cleared road, rather than dig back to the new box. Well, we didn’t end up in that situation this time, but the neighbor did. So we handed him the loose mailbox and suggested he bungee cord it to a milk crate and set the whole thing on the snow bank. He liked the idea, and headed back over to his house with the mailbox tucked under his arm.
So that’s our little corner of the world, with snowblowers and mailboxes roaming from house to house, as we all cope with the aftermath of the storm.
Updated: here’s the spare mailbox in action.