Or perhaps just throw my snow shovel at his head.
Sure I like the idea of this community being built around a man-made lake, and all that the lake offers. It was a risky venture back in 1970, but it transformed this bald-ass semi-arid prairie into a treed haven, and it forged the way for many other lake communities in this city. I may not spend much time there anymore, but when the Offspring was wee, we spent most of our summer days at the community lake, me parked under a tree on my Hudson's Bay striped lawn chair, she splashing in the water with the neighbourhood kids and the rainbow trout.
The lake was a good idea. But the developer also imported a lot of housing designs when he returned from his California trip all those decades ago. One of those designs ended up forming our house.
It's a pain in the ass even in summer. The back door is below grade, so you have to go up four steps when you exit the back door in order to be at ground level. And if you are carrying food to the patio, you have to go down a flight of stairs from the kitchen, through the back door, then back up the stairs to get to the patio. I suffer patio door envy every summer.
Now imagine the winter scenario. I have to fling snow from the bottom of the stairwell over the railing, the top of which is a good six inches taller than me. And there's not all that much room to manoeuver around in that stairwell either, so you can't use a really long shovel. So a good portion of the flung snow comes drifting back down on top of my head.
The Spousal Unit, being a pig farmer from way back who knows his way around a shovel, generally offers to clear the back, while I look after the front and the city sidewalk. Thankfully we have no driveway, or we'd be forced to take in a border.
What would you change about the design of your home, if you could?