Who was that masked man?

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Our driveway is ninety feet long. Yep, nine-zero feet. I love to watch it snow but there's always that voice in the back of my head going "You know...ninety feet is a lot to shovel."

But I ignore the mutinous little thought and enjoy watching the snow from the vantage, well off the ground and looking down over the neighborhood below, of the windows in the family room (we live at the top of a hill...but that's another post).

This morning, we awoke to twelve inches of snow. The little lighted candy cane decorations that line the side garden along the driveway were nothing but pink glows, a line of radiant dots marking the boundary between flowers and asphalt. I had to take our van to the Honda dealership for the 50,000 mile checkup and ass-fucking, and was reminded that ninety feet is a lot of shovelling. I did twenty, figuring that all I really needed was lead space and momentum and I could take the rest of the drive.

I was right. Got to the dealership without many troubles, their shuttle brought me home. It took me seven tries to get the Civic out of the yard and onto the street, but then to work. I'm sitting at my desk doing my usual work knowing that seventy feet of shovelling waits for me when I get home.

Then mljm IM's to tell me that a man on a tractor with a blade on the back has backed all the way down our driveway, lowered the blade, and pulled out again, clearing the driveway in one shot. Then he drove away. He did this once last winter, left his phone number if we ever needed it again. I have no real idea who he is, or why he does this.

Maybe because he can.