Sprinkler patrol on duty
Part of the care (I have to give) with a chronic condition is to make sure I see a doctor occasionally. When it came to my attention that the last visit dated back to before the onset of winter, I called the office, only to come up against what was the longest recorded message I can remember. Basically, my doctor is also away from the practice, and all I can do is wait until winter returns. If things get urgent, there’s always the hospital. I’m not there yet. And so, I went for an alternate solution.
I called the optometrist. They can verify “my pressures” and I can come in on Wednesday morning. Now that wasn’t too painful, was it? Seems they’re also able to renew eye drop prescriptions, so I’m back on track.
The bulldozer has gone, along with the water tanker and the guys that laid in a lot of gravel and some new sod. We’re now running a sprinkler (for the first time ever, here). My son asked if we no longer got any rain, and the answer is “no”. In the last seven days, less than 4mm. No wonder the potato fields are still stunted. I know that things can change, very quickly; we could be back to bailing the sump hole if a hurricane blows by, but for now the sod gets several hours of soaking each evening, until we get tired of going out and shifting the hose around.
And let the record show, the new parking pad looks very much like the old one, only larger. Parking for all!
