Random notes from an ordinary day
Ordinary days inspire ordinary observtions. Today was “as if cut with a cookie cutter” Let’s get started.
That fancy light bulb, the one that required a special trip to the city to find a hardware storre with stock, has already burned out. I know, there’s no real way to judge the average light span, but this was after serveral weeks. So, several hours. I’m not impressed. Perhaps the next one will be more resiliant. I don’t need to see behind the coffee maker.
Outside, our fox has found a friend. I’ll not apply companion; this seems more like a sibling thing. Idential colours. Identical size. Could we be in the presence of twins?
Had to bail the sump hole at that dark moment between midnight and moonrise. And then, proper performance, all day long. The drop in temperature is the official rationale. I find that this winter has been much wetter than others, which is good for the water table and bad for my back. I find that after a round of carrying water buckets (my nod to Aquarius), I sleep until the need for coffee reaches peak fervour.
The fog of war in Ukraine (not THE, for some unknown grammar reason) has left the media seeking a real storyline. They (superficial press) had vaunted this as the largest invasion in Europe since WW2. Please, save the hyperbole and watch a few war movies from the ‘50s. It was bigger, and louder, back then. Cruise missiles don’t have the same “crap my jeaans” factor that a bunch of ‘88s deiivered. Again, based on my memories from war movies. All before my time.
And I’m waiting for a delivery by Amazon. Out at eight and still not here. I don’t think the ride to town is that long, usually. Especially since the truck was due yesterday, and we’re almost out of today and the weather is fine. Come on, mystery delivery firm. Get on it.
