Throwing axes for fun and profit
How many more days until Christmas? I normally wouldn’t ask, but ever since a neighbour dropped the bombshell that we could find Hallmark TV in our TV package, I’ve been living in a world of wonder behind every hedge. I’m not sure I can withstand the message for much longer. There are an overabundance of movies, all with smiling faces and singing children and romance around every corner. If I start to hallucinate about “the holly and the ivy”, I’m done for. A holiday turkey.
On a more practical note, today I climbed the step ladder. Just long enough to replace one of the halogen bulbs in our outdoor light fixture, and promptly lose the screw that holds the whole assembly closed, into the fine gravel of the drive. I did have a C-clamp in a drawer, so I’ve closed up the site, but finding the missing bolt was beyond the waning skills of either my eyesight or a strong magnet. Maybe, when the fine weather returns, I’ll procure a replacement at the local hardware store. Or not. C-clamps add that personal touch to any repair.
The dog and I went for several walks today. Slow, cautious steps. He’s starting to recover from whatever he did several evenings ago; if only he could talk. I don’t think he actually damaged any moving parts, but when you reach a certain age healing is not rushed. Believe me.
Someone in the city is throwing axes. For fun and profit. With liquor available. This can’t turn out well. If only those involved would get the firewood in, first.
