A call to shovels
Enough snow fell overnight that I had to do a personal version of “A Call To Shovels”. Heavy, but clean, snow on the deck, with a forecast of rain… no choice. With the new vigour of a fresh season, I cleared a path in front and a whole surface out back. I know, that rain will take care of the job for me, but one must keep up appearances. As for the driveway, that can wait. Didn’t need to go out today.
Also faced my first electrical puzzle. Why did the coil of lights around the front handrail stop working? Checked the breaker. Checked the GFI. Once darkness returned, I checked that new-fangled “dusk to dawn” unit that we installed. Turns out that the extension cord wasn’t making good contact, and so my problem is now solved. Boring problem/boring solution.
I’ve been given a list of local addresses and asked to match the local names. A personal directory for the newbies in the neighbourhood, if you will. Didn’t do badly, and discovered a few more distant cousins while on task. Still haven’t met them, but we have all winter for such social niceties.
Listened to a news story, about a young man from Norway who decided to try the solo life – beside a lake in the far reaches of the Canadian wilderness. Worked out OK, but he found it hard to not talk with other folk for months on end. Hey! I feel your pain. After all, a quarter century of silence in public transit can also affect the spirit. I “speak” from personal experience.
