First fall of the winter
This day started much too early. Half way through the night, the dog wanted company, to facilitate repeated visits outside. I tried to help, then I tried to ignore, but the ante continued to rise. Grass is not a good source of dietary anything for the canine class, and cleaning belly juice three hours before dawn is just yucky. Finally, I gave up on sleep and waited for the arrival of the paper guy. Oh, and I started the pool reversal process, under cover of darkness. The neighbour in his truck seemed bemused.
There was already a scheduled visit to the vet this morning, so I scraped a layer of ice from the windshield and we headed on down the way. All was well, but on the way out of the “hospital” I had my first reversal due to gravity and accumulated moisture. A pratfall, fit for a video highlight. Almost twelve hours later, my arm still aches. On average, I get one black ice moment every year; may this be the last for the current calendar period.
With the pool close to empty, I did the standard routine. Remove the hoses, fill the drain with antifreeze, install the styroplug, mark the job as done (except for the put everything away part, which is waiting for tomorrow). This afternoon was reserved for watching the Rouge et Or in a rematch with Montreal. Not a winning combination, but perfection is something to aim for (next year).
There’s some serious mattress shopping underway, for son #2. He’s learning that big ticket items have big ticket prices. Hope he chooses with care.
Ice is in, at the Place d’Youville oval.
