The melt is getting real
Today, the sibilant call of the shredder. Some sort of sprint ritual, perhaps, or a nod to carrying less away from here, but many (many) old receipts and other assorted sheets of personalized print were fed to the “jaws” before shipment to the incinerator. Double assurance. Which reminds me; check the blue bin for badly sorted bags of confetti.
The snow melt is starting to get real, outside. My benchmark: the top of the pool sand filter. Completely hidden just three days ago. This afternoon, a visible change. I didn’t go out to measure, but when the view from the kitchen window says levels are dropping, you can count on it. I’d like to make my getaway before the layer is completely melted. Just because.
Some of the receipts that surfaced for the great shred included things bought years ago. The treasured coffee machine: already fourteen years. The first “good” camera: eight. The dishwasher: thirteen (I think). Figure on that one giving up the spirit, real soon. We forget how quickly time goes by, but better than a decade on anything getting daily use is worth bragging about. Some homes may thrive… let me reword that… some sections of the economy thrive on the shoddy nature of the stuff we buy. According to the textbooks, if we keep on buying replacement articles, everyone gets rich. Silly!
Another MP from the ruling party announced his imminent departure today. Keep it up, team. Sooner or later, an election will be inevitable. Many of us can’t wait for the writ.
