Yesterday morning at five thirty when I took Gabriel out for his first walk, the snow was squeaky under my boots. Cold. Pretty cold for us close to Long Island Sound here on the southern edge of Connecticut. Below ten is cold for us these days. Used to be that it got a LOT colder -- not these days. No more driving across Holly Pond as the 'old timers' used to tell us. Just squeaky cold.
It is cool in the house. The thermostat is set at sixty-six and this is a constant source of contention. Mind you that in the summer seventy six is a source of contention. I believe in adding and discarding layers of clothing as the temperature requires. Bill believes in creature comfort on his own terms. I have been elected to do the finances; I win the thermostat battle.
This is still the middle of January and people are complaining. Grumble, grumble, grumble. The same people complain about the heat and humidity of summer. Grumble, grumble, grumble. The day is to be enjoyed. We can grumble or we can accept what is. I choose, mostly, to enjoy what is. Not always. Mostly.
There are volumes that I could rant about this. I think Blondie has said it all. It is just that sometimes I feel that love isn't enough. And then I feel badly about myself. But not enough badly that it lasts until the next time that love is called upon to rise to the occasion.
There is something about Fridays that make them milestones for me. Especially at five o'clock. Fulfilling my work week; facing three days of whatever I want to make of them. Usually nothing, but then nothing is something in my world. My weeks seem to be packed with too much of somethings and having the time for nothing suits me just fine.
This Friday is especially good because there are no Saturday obligations coming up. A free flowing day. Sunday, not so much as it will be theChurch's Annual pre Annual Meeting Budget Review, followed by the regular ten o'clock service, followed by the Annual Meeting. So I'm not going to even consider Sunday until Sunday morning. I will enjoy Saturday when I get to it. And as for today? Well, I'll just be the best I can be.......
Any is some. A second trip to Home Depot is needed. All the right tools, not all the right parts. And when a project like this gets going it develops into one more problem and then one more and then one more. The plumbing is twenty five years old. One wonders if we get replaced what is out in the open and obvious, what might be happening within the walls.
Doesn't life have a way of sneaking up on us and giving us agida? Like this discovery of mine this morning as I was putting supplies away under the bathroom sink. AND this looks like it has been going on for a while. There is UNrepairable damage to the chip board base. It is all crumbly and swollen. Water does that. Water creeps in and does a LOT of damage. It has corroded the piping. Actually rotted it away. WOW! How does water do that?
Some days it feels as though I am in over my head. Some days it is like, leave me alone, I don't want to do anything. Some days I wish that the day would just disappear and come back as tomorrow. Maybe because my Spanish essay is due this evening?
