She depends on the kindness of strangers; don't we all?

Pal Nancy reports from Colorado:

Here’s something to be grateful for...I was standing outside my garage looking at the two and a half feet of snow in my little driveway area when a man came along with his plow. I gave him my best Blanche DeBois look and he cleared the driveway. There’s something everyday!! 😀

Nancy thanked the gentleman and (I asked) didn’t grill him about his politics, or inspect his truck for Trump stickers before allowing him to lend a helping hand. That’s in contrast to that crazed New Yorker who last month described her quandary when her Trump-voter neighbor plowed her out. Do you even acknowledge a Nazi? She decided a half-hearted wave would be acceptable, but there was no friggin’ way she’d go beyond that, of course.

Oh, heck no. The Trumpites next door to our pandemic getaway, who seem as devoted to the ex-president as you can get without being Q fans, just plowed our driveway without being asked and did a great job.

How am I going to resist demands for unity in the face of this act of aggressive niceness?

Of course, on some level, I realize I owe them thanks — and, man, it really looks like the guy back-dragged the driveway like a pro — but how much thanks?

These neighbors are staunch partisans of blue lives, and there aren’t a lot of anything other than white lives in neighborhood.

This is also kind of weird. Back in the city, people don’t sweep other people’s walkways for nothing.

SO: Lily-white liberal flees the lockdowned city for her country retreat and is appalled by the lack of diversity, a term which she very much doesn’t mean to include diversity of political views. No, she wants neighbors who think as she does, but preferably, say, a mixed-race gay professional couple (if one of them was a doctor, that would be nice) with three adopted children of undetermined gender. Now those are neighbors she’d be happy to let help her. “Oh, and I hope they do gutters!”