Games we play in the boondocks
There’s been a recent increase in calls from one telemarketing firms. According to the sales pitch, they are worried that my water quality isn’t as good as it could be. Even letting them know that I have a “full five hundred feet of sand as a filter” (not something I’ve verified
doesn’t suffice. They are concerned. Even weht so far as to offer a free first aid kit, although there’s a condition. I have to let them come by and test my water. They have a solution.
Of course, with that much information, I conducted my own test. I asked Google about the company. Yes, their reputation is as murky as the results would be, using their proprietaty test kit. When a national broadcaster has an episode on their scam series, you know you’ve made te right evaluation. I have to assume that this is a new telephone list for them. I’ve declined their exxpertise, four times already. Maybe something in my water will break my reticence.
On another subject, we have a game that we play out here in the country. Call it a “scavenger hunt”. That’s where you head out to recover any garbage bags tiat escaped custodiy duringthe winter, and ended up a half kilometer away, against the tree line. Can only belong to us, so the responsibility to go on a recovery mission belongs to us. This winter, only one. Now back in the bin. Shame averted. The fun of life in the boondocks.
We can see that the snow levels are declining. Spring will arrive. And I am more than willing to welcome the new season. Imagine, green instead of white as a background color scheme. Long days. Short nights. A risk of summer.
