Our first winter mound
The universe is unfolding as it should. I learned that, a long time ago, from a rather special song that begat a poster. Anyhow, today the schools remained closed for a second day. With no urgent reason to clear the driveway, I simply waited for the big blue tractor to arrive, and it did. There was more snow down than I had estimated; we now have one of those peculiar mounds in the front yard that would have been a source of great joy when I was younger. Now, meh.
But, with the place clear to park a utility truck, the plumbers stopped by. We now have a functional shower in the basement, although the installation of the doors will go a long way to converting it into something of pride. The plumbers were reluctant to commit to new work, but I think this is a slow time of year, so they’re scheduled to come back and do their level best to place the glass enclosure (properly). I could have faked my way through, but I’m past that sort of constructional bravado.
As darkness fell, she who “must get steps” was out doing the to and fro in that same entry. Gadgets spawn activity, it seems. Inside, we had passed a good part of the afternoon converting old receipts into recycled paper. The stuff piles up, if you don’t get involved. In other times, people fed the kitchen stove with such debris; now we send it off to a magical recycling centre. I should visit there, out of a need to know.
