THE SADNESS OF BROKEN

Stuff gets broken. A few days ago as I was returning from dumping waste into the compost bin, I noticed that my beloved garden cupid had dropped his wing. As I picked up the pieces I realized that it had once been repaired. Do I remember doing that? It was the Stix All adhesive that I always use for such repairs. Don't remember the when or the circumstances of it.  I brought him onto the deck.  Bill attempted a Duco Cement repair. It didn't take.

This is the garden cupid that sits on the top of my blog. I have had him for quite a long time and have taken numerous pictures of him during various seasons. It is sad. Being broken is sad.  And having been fixed and breaking again is VERY sad indeed. I made the decesion to not  attempt another repair. Some things have served their term and need to be retired. This is very apropos of relationships also. An omen.

I cried this morning. Things that are broken and cannot be repaired are sad. Very sad indeed.

... AND MORE SNOW

 

Tomorrow morning's snow arrived TODAY!!!  I had a seven AM appointment at the dentist.  When I came out at eight thirty it was SNOWING!!  I was glad that I could drive home and just stay in for the rest of the day.  Being semi-retired allows for some benefits.  Wednesday is NOT my day to work.

So, two froached eggs, two pieces of white toast with butter, and some good coffee.  An hour and a half in the dentist chair does deserve reward.  Read the paper.  Checked e-mail.  Snow.  Snow.  Snow.  Some times thick, fat clumps.  Sometimes big flakes.  Constant, though.  By the time I decided to take some pictures of the garden cupid, I had to shovel the deck.  All this beautiful, amazing snow.

Now onto the daily puzzles and some "Tell Me More" Spanish.  Life is good!