I am so much loving the street I live on this week. Ice began falling from the sky this morning and before noon the salt truck made four passes down my street.
I don't live on a busy street. I live on a hilly street. I live on a curvy street. But my street is not a thoroughfare. My sister's street may make it all the way through a storm and well beyond without one plow or salt truck passing her home. And she lives in a "nicer" neighborhood.
Hubs thinks one of the salt truck drivers must live nearby. Whatever. I'm thankful.
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