While I love the panoramic views, there's one big problem with being at a 150m altitude in the Lower Mainland and it's a four letter word.

That word is "snow".

Anytime Environment Canada warns of the possibility of snow over higher terrain, we know that means us. Explicitly us. They may as well just say our names and address.

So when I woke up this morning to the unmistakable sound of the city snow plow edging along our street, I knew what to expect. And there it was - almost 10 cm of the disgusting white stuff. Eeek!

But while I was sipping my morning cappuccino, savouring the smell of baking baguette and starting to contemplate actually getting showered and dressed, there was knock at the door. Okay, a press of the Ring doorbell.

Lo and behold, two enterprising youths dressed for the weather and fully armed with shovels. Before they could even start their pitch Ms. Boh said "Absolutely!" and off they went. Fifteen minutes later, the deed was done and the hard working lads went away richer.

It's little moments like this that restore my faith in the next generation.