We Bought a Farm: The Definition of a Good Neighbor

While we were in Florida basking in 60-70 degree days, life here in Tennessee came to a near-stand-still. Tennessee doesn't get a lot of snow so when it does come, schools and business are going to close. People are going to stay off the roads. With nearly a foot of snow in a week, life here shut down for most people.

But my husband? Well, he has to go to work. JB actually worked 7 out of the 8 days that were clobbered by snow. He was doing a lot of 4pm-12am shifts. He also did some overnight shifts. With our long, steep driveway, this meant that he parked his car at the the bottom of the hill and walked up to the house.

Here is a picture of his truck, waiting for him the next morning:

Now here's what's amazing. We live OUT in the country. Windy country rows that snow plows aren't going to touch. This means that even though JB has 4-wheel drive, he is navigating some difficult roads each day.

So our friend and neighbor Billy decided that he would take it upon himself to PLOW the road from our house to the bigger road that might stand a chance of a plow finding it. This is nearly a mile long. When I saw him today, after returning to Tennessee from our vacation, I thanked him profusely for what he did.

"Well," he said. "The doctor's got to get to the hospital."

What a place we live!