From my office window: Waiting for the bus after the 9 o'clock class

Reflections on my view this morning

It is a snow day. We're all snug at home and don't have to leave. I returned home yesterday afternoon rather than risk getting stuck in Cortland for the rest of the week.

I love our neighborhood. Yes, there is quite a bit of traffic for a one block street. We're situated between the school and the hospital. The city is very attentive and clears it frequently. Parked cars have to be moved from the street in a snow emergency, so that those dig-out spots don't stay long in front of our house.

We get a lot of pedestrian traffic, many of them are headed to the park that is at the end of our block. The city, and particularly our neighborhood, has a snow-clearing ethic. I think that there is an ordinance that you must clear your sidewalks if there is more than two inches of snow.

It is a good thing. 

So today, we had quite a bit of snow fall overnight and a prediction of quite a bit more into the afternoon. 

The Ms.M. is a neighbor who lives with her elderly father. She needs to get out early so her snowblower starts about 5:30 or 6am. I could get upset with her except that she will run her blower from her house down our front sidewalk to clear the other neighbors' walk, too. So I do benefit from her efforts. Thank you Ms.M.

The across-the-street neighbor has an ATV that has a blade. He was all dressed up in his gear clearing his drive and walk about 7-7:30. I know he was loving it. He lives for the snow.

Now I see that Mr.C, the retired fellow next door, is running his blower about 8:30. He also very carefully clears paths to his various doors. The door to his basement is on our driveway side, so he will run a path beside our car to his door. Thank you, Mr.C.

Me? I am going to wait until the snow stops. Then I'll dig out my cars and clear the driveway and walks. Maybe I'll wait until the neighbors are clearing for a second time. Then I can wave or have a chat.

I love our neighborhood.