Green with red mud highlights
In the absence of big moments, the smaller ones get my attention. And you bear witness to my trivial lifestyle. Today, I awoke to the sound of feet on the roof. Clarification: people feet. We don’t do deer around here. The recent wind episodes continue to affect the shingle integrity, and we have a team of repair persons that come when we call, if the winds have subsided. Their efforts were appreciated, and their willingness to ignore a driving rain proved that not everyone goes with fair weather as the deciding factor in getting a job done.
The post person delivered our coffee order, so we’re good for a bit longer. I haven’t actually charted consumption over time, but I could. I have the requisite math skills and raw data. We don’t throw beans at birds, which limits the waste. Also, we received the “proof” that the RV cheque made it to destination. The signing authority is someone we have actually spoken with by phone. A small firm. Or coincidence.
Blue bags, tomorrow. Cutting a month worth of cardboard down to pack size is therapeutic. Until the knife slips. Or the recycling people change their requirements. They do that. Or, until we untie the Amazon umbilical cord. Nope. Not going to happen.
Did I mention the absence of. snow cover, and the all day all night sounds from the sump pump. At least the water table is recharging. No dust bowl here. Mud? Maybe. I guess I live in my version of Paradise. Green all year. With red mud highlights.
