When my parents moved and started to get rid of most of their stuff, I called dibs on their snow blower. I live on a corner, so there is a lot of shovelling to do. However, when my dad explained that his (former) next door neighbour was unwell, and preparing to have ankle surgery, I agreed that the snow blower should be given to him.
Since then, my place has been stuffed to the gills with my parents' belongings. Basement, garage and side yard are all full; there is no more room.
It has snowed a lot this year. A lot. Snow piles are now higher than my waist - taller in some areas. I can't push the snow off the front porch anymore, because the piles around it are higher than the porch. Now I have to lift the snow up, over the banisters and drop it down into the piles.
I'm not sure why, but this week the (former) neighbour decided he doesn't want the snow blower any more. He called my dad and asked him to take it back. My dad called me, and asked if I wanted it. I said yes, but I have no place for it. I can't take it until I make room. Until then, it'll have to stay in storage.
We got another dump of snow yesterday. The day before that, they cleared portions of the road, right onto the sidewalks. I'm about to go out to hand-shovel for about an hour. If I had the snow blower, it would take me 15 minutes. But I can't have the snow blower until the snow melts and I can do a garage sale to make room for it. How much to do you want a bet, we'll have next to no snow next year?
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