Neighborly.

Do you remember the bit about 'snowed in' from my last post?  It turns out I was a bit more prophetic than I intended.  Over night we were hit with a crazy windy, messy Nor'Easter - which is rare in Alaska, you can imagine. 

Snowy walkway!

Miss Lulu was intrigued.

Now, the problem is that I haven't found a way to shovel while watching the baby.  Admittedly, I haven't tried too hard to find a resolution.  Usually Brian shoulders our half of the shoveling, but he is still away training, and this was the second (potentially third, whoops!) snow that required shoveling since he left...

Do you see where this is going?  A bit more relevant information:

I just met our neighbor two days ago. 

And we've lived here for 10 months. 

And the only reason we met was because he gave us their lawnmower.  

Yes, gave.  Weedeater too.

K, so back to today.  After our little photo session we saw that some people who live across got their beast of a car stuck in the snow...  Like bad.  So, Louisa and I decided that there was nothing so important that we had to do today that we needed to leave.  We decided we would wait until tomorrow, when we are hopefully plowed out, and went on our merry way: cleaning, laundrying, and blowing raspberries (Lulu is a professional.)

SO, a little bit later I hear the shovel scraping up.

Shoot.  

I really didn't mean to slack off this time too.  

And then I notice, not only did he rock it out on the shared bit of walkway, but he's shoveling our bit too.  He did the stairs and alll the way up to our door.  

What do I do?  Obvs now that we have officially met I can't ignore it.  He knows I'm home 'cause, hello, even our door is snowed shut.  

So, I crack open the door and give him a super-exuberant "Thank you!" and that was it.  What else can I do??  

Well, get on the shoveling next time. 

 But, the kicker is, they're moving out 3/1!  In fact, the wife and baby are already gone.  

So yeah, be thankful you don't live next to me is the moral of the story.