The house was right over there
Not sure if the dog appreciated my choice of “a good place for his morning constitutional”. He didn’t say anything, but that curious wiggle when he squatted had to involve the cloud of skeeters. I found a geocache, without my GPS.
We were trying to roll back time. Fifty years ago, my house was right over there. Where the scrub spruce now stands. And the lane way? Where the trees aren’t very high. Use your imagination. And out the road, I found the schoolhouse. Moved. Filled with the machines from a nearby house. No porch or ball diamond. Still, I know my desk was right through that window. And the dog remained unimpressed.
I am finding “breaking news”, over and over. Today, the police had me detour around an ammonia leak. Not used to such excitement.
We were over to Kensington this morning. A chance to visit with another geothermal contractor. This time around, a quick estimate of the number of tons of capacity, and a realistic look at whether I should go with a “ground loop” or a “return well” system. The timeline can be respected,inn either case.
On campus we met a visiting vet student (attracted to the hairy fellow) from Brazil. She doesn’t miss the month long sports fiesta at home, is looking forward to her first snowfall and plans to take a sampler of wildlife bio courses. Should be an interesting year.
Looks like a full week of hot ‘n dry ahead. With the added risk of a hot dog, getting a sit down supper will be a challenge.
