Just a dream, thankfully
Had to happen, eventually. After watching the evening news, where the waters are rising, I finally dreamed about my own water hazard. As in, going downstairs and wading in the pool. Sleep gave way to the need to see. Happily, my feet were dry… it was all just a fantastic nightmare. To be fair, I’m getting used to the sump pump.
Today seemed like a very good time to test my mower repair skills, and so I cleared my work area and started unbolting everything that was in the way. Yes, I detached the battery, first. Anyhow, it only took a few minutes for me to discover two bolts that are permanent (sic). I’ve applied liberal amounts of WD-40, but as of dark, the motor cowl is still firmly fighting back. Next on my list of cures will be a session with the Dremel tool.
This is “the night before the Blue Bag Bonanza” and I’ve moved a month (or two) of recycled packaging out to the road. When the dog barked at the intruding piles, I knew that I had done good work. With just the two (and a hound) of us living here, we don’t need the level of pickups enjoyed in the city.
Trying to find a series of books that my roomie used to read back in elementary school. Of course, everything is on eBay (except for my Marconi key). Now to get the order off (to France) and wait for the library to arrive. Not everyone wants to go with ebooks, it seems.
