In an effort to pass the good will along I finished up what little bit of shovelling we had left to do (the steps) and went across the street to help the older lady who lives there finish her driveway*. We talked a bit and as we finished she agreed to give me a street plan with the names and phone numbers of all of our neighbors.

It’s so bizarre to live near people who don’t actively dislike you. We were in a perpetual vendetta with our last neighbors and my neighbors before that were antagonistic as well. I’ve become so used to neighbors being shitheads (and being a shithead myself I imagine) that I forgot people generally lived in peace with their neighbors.

* I hereby acknowledge that by talking about a good deed I taint it forever.