A slick of rain
Funny, the things we wish for. After a difficult winter, the summer should have been hot and filled with beach afternoons. Instead, we’ve had temperate afternoons. We haven’t even shopped for the elusive chilling tower that the HVAC guy mentioned. Right now, a slick of rain, barely enough to colour the ground, and we’re ecstatic. Maybe the grass seeds will awaken, and do their “thing”.
Had (yet) another neighbour stop by, albeit someone with a cottage that I didn’t even know existed, two fields over. We know the same people, and I had to praise his choice of modified vehicle; he recycles the cooking oils from the neighbourhood fry houses into something useful, at least short term.
I’m not ready to get that eco-friendly. After all, if more motors need reheated vegetable oil, then more people will need to eat fries and clams, and that will have other effects on the ecosystem. Better to wait for solar to take its eventual place in the energy pyramid.
The head book keeper has started to total up just how much our change in lifestyle has required in financial outlay. A little scary. Even trying to save on pointed purchases (a swifter rather than a vacuum cleaner; hardly!) would make little difference at this point. Better to think of every dollar as now worth more because we’re using them for what we want. A pile of those ersatz plastic bills that stick together in the wallet would be pleasant, buy only until we found something to barter against. And I have lots of things on my wanted list.
