(twilw) "The woman I live with."

BACKGROUND: One inch snow, one hour on
the tractor/snow blower. Five inches; five hours.

So here is the latest story.
Broken humerus, a lot of Maine snow, a 377 foot driveway.
We like a clear driveway, so we hire a neighbor to plow.
He does so for a three day storm. We each say nice job.

Added proof:
On the second day, "THE WOMAN I LIVE WITH"
gets dressed to move snow and returns quickly because
the plow guy did his job. "I could get used to this, a clear
driveway is nice." Not my words but direct from,
" twilw".

So on Monday morning
"the woman I live with"
starts her hour of exercise on the tread mill (five AM).
She starts to think, looks out the garage door sees
inches of unplowed snow and is convinced
Mr. plowman won't arrive. Out the door,
start the machine, move snow.

Soon her snow blower headlight scares off Mr. dependable.
He sees the light and does not want to run her down.
I imagine him asking, "5:45AM not early enough"?
He does not live with,
"twiIw."

Now a four inch Tuesday snow and we are
again on our own, I with healed bone on the
tractor and
"the woman I live with".
behind the snow blower.
THE END