There is an old lady who lives across the street from my second floor apartment. Last winter I remember seeing her outside during snowstorms shoveling her driveway and porch steps. She would spend hours chipping away at the ice on the road in front of her car, even though she would never use the car to go anywhere. By the time she went inside, everything she had cleared would be covered with snow again. But she kept shoveling, every snowstorm.
I wanted to take a picture of her shoveling, but every time I would get my camera out she would mysteriously stop shoveling and go inside -- as if she somehow knew I was going to take a picture and didn't want to be in it.
Today I saw her shoveling and quickly took out my camera. Sure enough, by the time I had the camera ready to go she was walking up the porch stairs headed inside. Frustrated, I put the camera down on the table. A few seconds later saw her coming out of the house and grabbed the camera again. I finally snapped this picture of the elusive old lady:
I then got ready to head into the office. I was driving in today since I needed my truck after work. As I was walking into the office building guess who I passed? Yes! The old lady had walked through the freezing cold, windy weather (it's only 25 degrees -- without the wind!) all the way into Central Square, half a mile away.
Yes, she is a true New Englander.