Tame the sump
The news coverage of the PM’s wife (or more accurately, her sense of fashion) is a sign of how much the country needs distraction. I’m at ease with dressing everyone in comfortable sweatsuits; if others get a glow from seeing expensive duds, then go for it. But, a spread in Vogue? Didn’t Madonna give us a song and dance routine for that, already?
Made arrangements to have the lane cleared this winter. Took a number of tries to actually find the phone number that unlocked the tractor/blower access. I’m just glad that I can blame someone else when the bank at the road gets high and hardened.
My efforts yesterday to tame the sump system have worked out… at least, the pump hasn’t turned back on yet. Yes, I bailed the hole (eight buckets full, sir) to reset my world, and the heavy rains are still months away. If it turns out that I need to do an emergency transplant, I now know what’s under those murky waters. Hauled the whole thing up, to see it up close and personal. Armed with nothing more than a screwdriver, I can save us from the floods of May, need be.
Took the dog along with me on a couple of car trips today. He seemed to enjoy watching the world go by (as usual, he said nothing). Even the wait inside while I did my errands left him calm. Maybe we’ll have more of these bonding moments. And should I need an excuse to sally forth, I can say that it’s all about the dog.
