The Conundrums of New England

I love our snowblower. Thank you, Foxwoods.

It's still a workout using the thing. It's huge and heavy and tough. My muscles are stiff and a little sore but I'm not lying on the floor with a broken back and the driveway and sidewalks are pristine.

In general, people in this town are very good about clearing their sidewalks. My walk to work this morning felt like I was on a bobsled track. There were two foot high walls of snow on each side of me. I could have closed my eyes and walked and I would have made it here fine, bouncing off of the walls and getting back on track whenever I swayed too far to one side or another.

One problem with the snowblower is that when I'm out there and I look up and down the street and I see people struggling with their shovels, I feel guilty, like I should go and help them all. I DO do the immediate neighbor's sidewalk but I would be out there forever if I kept on trying to help.

That's why I could never have a plow. I'd never get home. How do you drive by people who are out there, suffering for hours, when your plow could do the job in five minutes?

Ah, the conundrums of New England.