Adding branches
Better to err on the side of caution and get busy. Writing this post, I mean. Before the power goes out.
To be fair, we peobably are safe drom an electrical outage, unlike the more than one hundred thousand living in the area near Montreal. No Downton, in the downtown… Icy conditions have knocked out systems that should be buried but won’t be; profits and all that. It strengthens my resolve to install a Generac or Kohler.
Meanwhile, the day passed with little to show for my (lack of effort). I can prepare a fresh loaf of bread with ten minutes of effort, or a full meal with under an hour at the stove. The rest of the afternoon? Don’t know; it just whooshed by.
Pardon my wasteful attitude towards time; not needing to “go to work” removes a lot of responsibility from my shoulders. I should get busy… but at what? The Big Move remains nebulous. Until the contractor signals that his efforts are completed, we can’t do anything. Waiting for the wheels to turn, as the song says.
There’s always genealogy, and finding out that someone is a cousin to someone else remains as one of those “tiny thrills”. Pity that once a pairing has been documented, you can’t do it again. I say that with tongue in cheek; I don’t want to redo a quarter of a century of research.
Better that I add new lines, and aim for a tree with a lot more branches. And then pass the whole woodpile on to someone younger…
