When the children and I returned home last night, J16 was anxious about pulling into the driveway because the path we had been able to clear was quite narrow- barely wide enough for the car- so there was little room for error. Much to our surprise, we reached the drive to find that the massive piles of snow had been pushed well out of the way by someone with a snow plow. V had no knowledge of this... a mystery.
So, this morning, V was out with the snowblower, clearing the drive again. We had about an inch of snow overnight and of course the DOT had thrown snow back into the drive. He was surprised when he turned around, to find a snowplow blade in front of him, attached to a big, red pickup truck.
The driver lives across the road in the subdivision. He apparently is a concrete contractor in warm months and does snow removal in the winter. He said that he had seen us out working on Wednesday and the more he looked at our drive and thought of his own daughter trying to negotiate it. That bothered him. He said it just isn't right. So, not only did he clear the end of the drive by the road, he plowed the entire thing- in a straight line- all the way past the garage.
If we need any concrete work done, I know where we're going.