Under imaginary clouds
I take any threat of impending weather to heart. Not from fear, but from interest. Will it be intense? One of my tablet apps actually rings a bell (usually in the middle of the night) and I get all jittery. Today, the warning said rain. Here we are, hours after sundown, and there’s been nothing. Nothing! What fun is that?
Actually, the imaginary cloud hanging overhead pushed me to take a spade and prepare a hole in the front lawn. The gifted “forsythia” is now firmly ensconsed, just over from one of the wellheads, where it should grow into a substantial shrub. Even if we don’t get any rain.
Tonight, my community group meeting. Interesting discussion, based on how to move a local tourist site from “well, it’s there” to “Well! It’s there!” and all without rattling the windows or the local clientele. After all, a good draw will mean visitors (bearing gifts of cash) into the area, and that’s a win/win situation.
Of course, nothing is free. There are repairs to the physical plant needed, and the recurrent problem of qualified staff drawn from a shrinking population mean that we’re going to be busy, all winter long, trying to get things done.
Received a new shoulder rest for the violin. It’s been a quarter of a century since I purchased the last one; I was due. Particularly when one of the little corner clips broke away meaning a duct tape solution in the offing. Doesn’t look good, and I doubt that my poor fiddle would sound any better with sticky bits added on.
