When rising waters and falling temperatures cross paths
There is a special moment in our local calendar, when the rising water table and the dropping temperatures cross. I can tell, because the sump pump starts. And doesn’t stop. There is a drain hose that freezes into a lump of uselessness, and the system just churns. I do have a work-around, involving me, a ten litre pail and patience. Just completed my workout; we should be good until either a thaw comes, or spring arrives.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep watching the bird feeder, because this is also the moment when the “rare breeds” appear. The ones that are late getting away, and hungry. My real hope is to spot a cardinal (others have). Or something so rare that I can call in the birders, to bring joy into their lives.
We’re in a period of postal disruption. Could be a strike; could be a lockout. Depends on who is telling the story. However, things just went up a notch: eBay has asked for intervention, because they aren’t meeting their own expectations for delivery. Now, I’m more than four months into a wait for a package worth about $5 (unrelated to the labour dispute), but that doesn’t attract attention. No, it must be serious. As someone that depends on eBay for frivolous things, I can’t see where this will drive the posties and the public service into a conference room together, but who knows. As long as Amazon has alternate plans, my life can go on. Imagine if Prime became Whenever. That would get the attention of the population.
