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Not the day I had in mind

Well, I did say that I was going to hop back in the saddle again and start posting normally on this blog again today. Reality didn’t quite cooperate with my intentions. It snowed again. More like still snowing since Friday. The storm today, though, meant business. The snow shovel and I spent a lot of quality time together. There’s more forecast for tonight.

And then it was time to drag some wood in the house. I made a heart-drops-to-my-toes discovery. The tarp sprung a leak from the sharp ice that formed on top of it and the first three layers of the woodpile were wet and frozen solid. Damn, damn, damn. Not only did I have to chisel the woodpile apart and readjust it, I spent considerable time dragging in extra wood to start drying it out. I’ve been rotating wood on top of, beside, and behind the stove all day long. It’s going to take a few days to dry the wood out. And there’s a whole lot more outside where that came from. I simply hate (formerly dry) wet wood. It is the bane of winter.

I suppose this means I’ll have to replace the tarp. And this was a heavy-duty tarp, too.

And, meanwhile, the lad returns from Alabama tonight, I think. I was toying with the idea of going down to fetch him tonight since I have to drop my car off at the mechanic’s shop tomorrow morning. If I don’t go get him tonight, he probably won’t be back home until the weekend. He wants to come home soonest. But, as far as I know, they haven’t arrived at the airport yet. They were trying to get an earlier flight today, but there was still some thought that they might not be able to get in until eleven o’clock-ish (providing nothing is canceled or delayed)....just about the time the next snow is supposed to start vigorously falling. I don’t really want to drive in a snowstorm. So that whole situation is still up in the air. Much just...depends.

Well, since I will be grounded beyond where my two legs and feet can carry me for the next couple of days, I’ll probably be around here a whole lot more. Keep your fingers crossed that things sort themselves out tonight before I go bonkers from pacing and that my car doesn’t cost the earth to repair. I don’t know what’s wrong with it...nothing seems to be overtly wrong...but the engine light won’t go off and I just know that a simple little thing like that will devolve into a costly saga all of its own. It’s totally inevitable.

Posted on 01/01/08 at 06:09 PM
 




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