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Give us a moment.... When you feel at the same time that you must and should plow the driveway out yourself, to prove that you are the same as your neighbor, or to prove that you are physically agile, and on the other hand if you feel that you do not want to plow out the driveway at all, then you are in a quandary—and when you shovel, you tell your body to shovel and not to shovel at the same time, setting your muscles against each other.

(“Home, sex, power, you and the driveway, hay fever, the impulsive selves that we were talking about earlier tonight”—these are all words dictated to me by Jane abruptly as we sat waiting for the session to begin.

Simple-enough incidents, like shoveling the driveway, can bother you because they arouse old conflicts having to do with your earlier situation and the decision, say, to explore your mental and creative abilities rather than to pursue the physical ones in the excellence of sports.

The excellence in sports, however, also involved the accepted thing to do. Sports even then were looked up to. Rewards were instantaneous for good performance. This involves black-and-white thinking again, however, for you thought of “perfect performance” in sports—high excellence. Something like the driveway usually involves an inner dilemma: “Shall I do creative work or physical activity?” in rather absolute terms.

[...] You cannot say “I will walk in the driveway gladly when I can walk easily.” You must walk in the driveway, showing your body your intent to do so, and it will respond by walking easily. [...]

[...] The reason was simple: a late snowstorm of very deep and heavy wet snow the night before, and continuing on into the next day, had split the Chinese elms in the back yard and caused the one nearest the garage to fall across the driveway, so I couldn’t get the car out of the garage. [...] On March 31, Frank Longwell came over with his power saw and helped clear the driveway enough so I could get the car out. [...]

[...] I shoveled quite a bit of snow in the driveway last night after I finished typing yesterday’s session, and for the first time in a long while felt the old panic return. [...] I shoveled the rest of the driveway this morning, and felt much better — although traces of the same feeling in the throat returned for a time.

[...] I’d managed to shovel in the driveway twice, without reactions—a great relief. [...]

I was just going back in after the hot drink when the dark-colored police car pulled up Holley Road and turned into the driveway. [...]

Fred Conyers stayed on my mind through the rest of the day, after I’d waved to him as the policeman backed out of the driveway and headed down the hill. [...]

[...] I also believed him when he finally sat down in the driveway and said he was prepared to die in the cold. [...]

(Right after the first snowfall two weekends ago, our landlord appeared with his Jeep and snowplow attached, and cleaned out our long curving driveway and the garage area in back of the apartment house. [...]

[...] Drifts several feet deep had piled up in the driveway and against the garages. [...]

(By the time the landlord realized we couldn’t shovel our own way out, he couldn’t get his own plow into the driveway, nor could he hire help; everyone was busy. [...]

[...] I’ll probably go shovel at least part of the driveway after I finish this.)

(Perhaps two or three inches of snow fell this afternoon; now I’ll probably shovel for a while in the driveway. [...]

[...] Just as I was opening the garage door, I met a woman who had pulled into the driveway, who has a tumor and wanted to see Jane. [...]

[...] There may also be an arrangement where Dr. Stamp’s garage is torn down, and the two driveways combined into a small parking area. [...]

[...] This on Thursday, May 1. F. Halliday could not believe the parking lot idea, saying she had been told a “circular driveway” was all that had been planned, curving around the doctor’s house next door, and not disturbing much property. [...]

[...] Our driveway was slippery for the first time, for we’d had perhaps an inch of powdery snow last night. [...]

[...] The ice in the driveway is melting. [...]

[...] Nor will you ever—particularly you, Joseph—be satisfied with sharing a driveway.

[...] But it is a dead-end street, so as long as driveways are honored you are all right.

[...] As I left the house, I was greeted in the driveway by Frank Longwell, who was checking up on whether I was watering the back yard and the new tree the way he told me to.

[...] As I pulled into the driveway in back, I saw that Frank had planted the red maple. [...]

(When I pulled into the driveway at home, John Bumbalo came walking out of his garage with a large piece of lemon pie for me. [...]

[...] I should add that as I was backing the car out of the driveway to keep the appointment, Leonard Yaudes pulled in, for the first

[...] I had to shovel the driveway — about four inches of snow — since snow had fallen most of the day, and I didn’t want a mess out there today. [...]

[...] After a minor snow storm yesterday afternoon and last night, I’d shoveled the driveway late last night and early this morning. [...]