This morning someone rang our doorbell at 7 a.m., when it was still dark out.
Tyler stumbled out of bed because the dogs started barking and the baby started crying. He went downstairs and opened the door only to find someone wanting to shovel the snow on our sidewalk for booze money.
In the dark. On Saturday morning.
Are you kidding?
By then the baby was awake. The dogs wanted to go out. The sun wasn’t even up yet.
I don’t know what other doors in neighborhood this guy knocked on, but it doesn’t look like anyone else has their walk shoveled either.
(I’m 99% sure it was for booze money for two reasons. First of all, the guy couldn’t mutter a coherent sentence and looked like he was drunk. Second of all we live near the big housing project in our little town, one block away, and there are some big addiction issues going on here. And the guy who randomly knocked on the door to rake my leaves left halfway through the job as soon as I paid him and came back with a bottle of Vodka…hah.)
The kids were so excited when it started snowing yesterday afternoon. The flakes were huge!
(See that trash on my ramp? I clean up the yard constantly, and every time I turn around there’s more trash. I’ve kind of given up. It’s gross because it’s not my trash, it’s from random people throwing it down.)
Catching giant snow flakes on the tip of their tongues was the immediate goal.
Henry had never really seen snow before. At least not that he remembered. He was fascinated and quite impressed.
Ada, of course, could never simply catch a snowflake on her tongue without drama.