FInding shelter in a glass hutch
In terms of architectural merit, or insulation factors, this little building may not seem like much:
However (capitalize that, if you wish), when the thunder and lightning become an immediate distraction, this seems like a “right nice place to be”. This afternoon, I was happy to have a glass house. No intention of throwing stones.
I guess I’d better not plan on relocating to a place like Fort Myers, Florida, where you can have lightning 100 days a year. Too much tension. At home, my antennas have been disconnected, but that’s just because I want to feel like I’m doing something. Not sure it would mean much, if my house became ground zero (excuse the pun).
Today the bus came on time. That’s euphemistic for “arrived when the rain wasn’t pouring”. Unlike yesterday, which served to confirm the theory that you can’t be any wetter than 100%. Bus schedules have been a point of contention recently. After the delay last week, I asked the driver, “Why?” and received a personal apology. Something to do with the bus being caught in traffic within the bus barn. Unable to leave, or jump the queue, the driver had to wait her turn. And so did I. Nothing like an extra forty minutes to get home for supper. Can’t pay for that level of service (although I did).
We (the gang in the office) got to talking about vacation dates today. In a rare instance of serendipity, we’re all getting our preferred dates, without compromise. Two months from now (and counting), I’ll be dressed in shorts and sandals.
