Shoveling the Driveway

I grew up thinking snow was not allowed on our driveway. Our driveway was always clear. Sometimes my Dad would shovel it many many many times a day. He made shoveling look like so much fun. He never let us do it. It was always HIS job. When I moved to my own house, Dad bought me a snow shovel. I couldn't wait for it to snow. This year I downsized and moved into an apartment. Needless to say, I don't have to shovel snow anymore. It's the one thing I miss about the house, it turns out. Then one of those Bad-News-Good-News things happened. My Dad slipped on the ice Boxing Day and suddenly couldn't shovel anymore. He could hardly walk. Snow shoveling was up for grabs. While he was at Emergency (the bad news part was really that bad), I had to fight my sister to get the job. I won! Luckily it snowed and snowed and snowed. I got to do the driveway three times on Boxing Day alone. What fun. Suddenly I realized what Dad liked so much about the job -- everyone on his street is so friendly. Everyone talks to you when you are outside -- even the taxi driver slowed down, rolled down his window and said hello. Everyone had a comment or two or three. Maybe it is because the driveways are longer in the older subdivisions so there's more to shovel so you are out longer (more visiting time). Maybe it is because the road is quieter so it is a novelty to see anyone out and about or maybe people just like to shovel snow more on his street. I'm really glad my sister let me shovel...and that my Dad is slowly getting better too. 

Michele Joller

Michele Joller

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CENTURY 21 Prudential Estates (RMD) Ltd.
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