They found the lost
The level of comedy on my telephone goes on and on. Today, a caller with excellent enunciation.
Hello, sir. I am calling you from your electrical company, to offer you some interesting discounts. I had to interrupt. Do you know what country you are calling. Of course, the dial tone followed. If only my utility would offer a discount, ever. That’s now how they fly. And for the poor fellow, stuck in call center hell, it is impossible to know what sort of world exists outside your cubicle. Discounts? In a parallel dimension, perhaps.
Unrelated, but we slept in the driveway, last night. Very comfortably. No need to run a heater, or an electric quilt. And in the morning, I simply went back in the house, did some laundry and carried on. My campground is better than most, because I do not have to make reservations or pay fees.
Down the lane, some tree trimming. Leftover from the big hurricane, and a winter to knock things down. Someone brought in a big machine that could grab a tree trunk and move it out of the way. The owner, from below, is supposed to come by this weekend, so having a cleared road will be appreciated. For anyone that finds the time required to get stuff like this done, keep in mind that we have no prior experience with such weather. I fear that the future will be a different game plan. At least most of my trees are solid and dense. No likely to fall on top of anything important. We do not do tornadoes, just high winds. An important distinction.
As feared, the Coasties found the missing submersible, over by the Titanic. Close that chapter.
