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I wonder if losing most of our snow now means we'll have a dry summer? Snow sort of keeps our water in reserve for a while, and now it's run off to the ocean with its droplet pals.
For those of you Away; while everyone else in the US was going on about how cold it was, up here in Maine we were nodding and smiling and not daring to say anything lest we jinx our stretch of warm weather. We did have a few quite cold days, just at the beginning, when a bunch of people's pipes froze, but since then it's been January thaw. That's forecast to end soon, so I'm not jinxing it to talk about it, now.
The dangerous part of the warm weather is that one gets lured into spending more time outside, and even though you might be dressed okay, one does need to keep up a certain level of activity in order to stay warm. Last night I spent hours in the open barn at the new place, sorting nails. Yes, that was my night, I sorted nails. My throat was a bit sore again this morning. The firewood guy never showed. We were trying to make things neat so there'd be space for the wood, although the nails, I think that was Eor's particular OCD showing. "This guy had five different drawers, not even near each other, labled 'tacks'! He probably kept buying more tacks because he could never find one because NOTHING HERE MAKES SENSE!"
Night before last the wood guy had called us and said he'd arrive at our new place around 4:30 or 5PM, so we loaded up the van and the car before going to bed that evening, so that was a later night than we should have had. Yesterday I think Eor had arrived around 3PM to clean before the guy got there, and I suppose I arrived around 4:30PM, and we just puttered until we were exhausted and then sat for a short while in the lawn chairs in the kitchen, because those are the only chairs we have there. Around 8PM we gave up and came home to have dinner. Again, a bit later than usual for us. It was hard to move when the alarm went off at 5:30AM, today.
Today I need to
- Make myself known to the Post Office in the new town. They returned our test letter with "no mail receptacle." Yes there IS, Eor's been sticking his hand into it almost every day. (And get more stamps and mail out my insurance thing to my dentist. What a lame excuse: "I didn't get this in to you on time because I ran out of stamps.")
- Offer Goodwill three boxes of china, glasses and vases which were left behind by the previous owner. We also discovered he left us a couch, which creeps me out. It looks as though it could have been sitting in that back room since the Seventies and probably has grown some deadly Couch Monkey Disease. Eor wants to take an ax to it, and I don't feel any need to stop him.
-And then of course there's the standard laundry/grocery/etc.
For those of you Away; while everyone else in the US was going on about how cold it was, up here in Maine we were nodding and smiling and not daring to say anything lest we jinx our stretch of warm weather. We did have a few quite cold days, just at the beginning, when a bunch of people's pipes froze, but since then it's been January thaw. That's forecast to end soon, so I'm not jinxing it to talk about it, now.
The dangerous part of the warm weather is that one gets lured into spending more time outside, and even though you might be dressed okay, one does need to keep up a certain level of activity in order to stay warm. Last night I spent hours in the open barn at the new place, sorting nails. Yes, that was my night, I sorted nails. My throat was a bit sore again this morning. The firewood guy never showed. We were trying to make things neat so there'd be space for the wood, although the nails, I think that was Eor's particular OCD showing. "This guy had five different drawers, not even near each other, labled 'tacks'! He probably kept buying more tacks because he could never find one because NOTHING HERE MAKES SENSE!"
Night before last the wood guy had called us and said he'd arrive at our new place around 4:30 or 5PM, so we loaded up the van and the car before going to bed that evening, so that was a later night than we should have had. Yesterday I think Eor had arrived around 3PM to clean before the guy got there, and I suppose I arrived around 4:30PM, and we just puttered until we were exhausted and then sat for a short while in the lawn chairs in the kitchen, because those are the only chairs we have there. Around 8PM we gave up and came home to have dinner. Again, a bit later than usual for us. It was hard to move when the alarm went off at 5:30AM, today.
Today I need to
- Make myself known to the Post Office in the new town. They returned our test letter with "no mail receptacle." Yes there IS, Eor's been sticking his hand into it almost every day. (And get more stamps and mail out my insurance thing to my dentist. What a lame excuse: "I didn't get this in to you on time because I ran out of stamps.")
- Offer Goodwill three boxes of china, glasses and vases which were left behind by the previous owner. We also discovered he left us a couch, which creeps me out. It looks as though it could have been sitting in that back room since the Seventies and probably has grown some deadly Couch Monkey Disease. Eor wants to take an ax to it, and I don't feel any need to stop him.
-And then of course there's the standard laundry/grocery/etc.