Hello readers, I have such wonderful news for you all. In a clearly sagacious decision on the part of our esteemed county overseers and comptroller there is work being down in the immediate front of my inimitable driveway. Such wonderful news to have my road maintenanced! Now they finally see it fit to bring my approaching thoroughfare up to the same high standards as my crushed stone driveway. I hope you all stop by to visit this wonderful example of fine American workmanship.

I can hardly contain my anticipation for the drive back home tonight...such wonderful good news fellow travelers.

Woe is me...the mountains blustered and billowed this past eve opening forth with an angry froth like that of a mad dog. My picturesque stone driveway has weathered the vehemence with grace and dignity, but its secure footing and sedulous traction are no more. I have been stranded; forsaken to my own wits, my survival alacrity the only resource in the midst of an entrenching snow.

Behold, a lovely yet dangerous wintery storm: http://www.nicfit.net/images/p1000126.jpg.

Such a sweet sweet day. Sorry gentle readers for this post is not about my most precious and lovable driveway, but I'm busting at the seems right now. I was shocked and pleased at how heavy my wallet felt even after a fill-up at the gas station. What a glorious Thanksgiving Eve this is turning out to be!

Good morning Macy! Good morning house! Good morning driveway! Clear of snow and debris yet again on this fine morn'. Off to work, sedulous endeavor for the betterment of tomorrow. Soon to see my fine high mountain retreat for a pleasant Thanksgiving holiday.

Oh, hello old buck. Yes, my driveway is for you too; I see you stand so majestically in the chilled high plains air. Your breath exhaling into a billowing plume from your regal ungulate snout. Such a wonderful addition to my brisk, cool morning and picturesque driveway. Stand safely as long as you like, we can both patiently admire the safe and dry crushed granite retreat I call my driveway. Thank you for visiting me you old venerable buck, I hope you return again soon to share this visage with me.

Work was so difficult today; bugs, bugs, and more bugs. You are clear of bugs driveway, my diligent and sedulous attention to your even spread of stone and your steady grade and ever so slight sinkholes has kept you as beautiful as the mountain air is fresh. I hope to return to you clear of debris as a safe harbor in the night.

Just a note, still thinking about you sweet driveway...my heart runneth over with joy at the changing seasons. You have spent lo these past summer days keeping me safe; now I can return the favor to you oh driveway. For the passing fall chill, and the coming blustery winter now affords me the opportunity to shovel you clean and salt the encroaching ice away. A fine endeavor for any beautiful mountain morn'.