Spread it, thin
We were warned. Throughout the afternoon, a persistent risk of thunderstorm activity. The web alarms were sounded. On Twitter, photos of black skies from the west, and piles of new hail in the hedgerows. I waited; for all my heightened state of alert, I listened to a few low-pitched booms from waterward. Here at home… nothing. Maybe another day.
I had a task on the kitchen calendar for yesterday/today/tomorrow. Imminent. Hashtag #mtlgra which is an indication that I need(ed) to make the lane great again. Over the winter, what with snow removal and spring rains, there were bare spots out by the road. Puddles give birth to potholes, if not treated properly. And so, with a rake and a shovel, I headed out to repair.
Think of applying a measured amount of butter to a slice of bread. You have to spread the stuff, because the other plan (create something out of nothing) doesn’t work for me. I raked. I shoveled. Things look better than when I started, but I now need some rain, to see if I gave any new puddles a place to sit. I can’t tell, just by eyeballing.
The real fix would be to go and order a half-truckload of tiny stones. Unfortunately, the last time around, the guy never delivered. I’m unsure if there’s another option open; going and harvesting from the side of the road might bring the forces of civil order into view. For now, I will wait to see. After all, the plow won’t be back for a few months.
