I couldn’t face talking about politics today. I spent a good part of the day staring out a window at the huge snowflakes swirling around in the gale force winds that blew in circles around the compound. At one point there was an inch or two of some combination of slush and snow on the grass and asphalt. But by 2pm the driveways were miraculously clear. So, I decided that my well thought out strategy of not doing anything had worked brilliantly and now I should go outside and take my victory lap with my snow shovel over my shoulder. Hail the conquering hero!
These April snow events in New England are transitory oddball affairs. The daffodils and hyacinths and hellebores can be buried in snow and ice but surprisingly these delicate flowers take no apparent harm from it. Even the birds who you’d think would be devastated by the snow disrupting their feeding and mating activities seem unphased by the whole thing. In fact, the crows almost seemed to be playing in the snow and clowning around.
Another fence post cracked in the fierce winds we had last night (thanks a lot First Selectman) and I made a mental note to fix the damn thing as soon as the snow retreats away from it. Honestly, this winter has done a good bit of damage to the infrastructure, what with the pine tree landing on the upper driveway fence and the gutter cracking off of the pool shed. My to-do list has been growing steadily.
And yesterday my laptop told me the battery is dying. Of course, this isn’t one of those laptops that has the external battery, so now I have to do brain surgery on it. So, I bought an electronics tool kit with the fifty screw driver bits, pliers, pick, static wrist band and two spudger tools. Well, since I don’t know what a spudger is I guess I can’t let myself be caught short so two must be right. Of course, the tools are going to show up a week after everything else so I hope the battery can struggle on for that long. All in all, the world is crumbling before my eyes and honestly, I really can’t blame it. Currently we’re being led by moochers and morons and it’s a miracle we haven’t gone over a cliff, lock stock and barrel.
But all things considered I’m calm and relatively jovial. The First Selectman was glad to hear that folks still remembered the good works he did back in the colonial era and that his chronicler Howard Philip is still remembered as a kook with an overactive imagination who did give Batman a place to warehouse the lunatic criminals that cropped up so consistently in Gotham City. Although how that managed to be in New England I’ll never know. Maybe they thought placing it far away from New York City would be good for their nerves. Or maybe they just moved the whole darn thing to Gotham over a long weekend or something. Anyway, all praise to His August Cephalopodliness and long may he reign over Dunwich and please don’t let him raise my property taxes again. Amen.
“… since I don’t know what a spudger is I guess I can’t let myself be caught short so two must be right. ”
And my wife complains when I use this tried and true method. Thanks.
Neil, men buying tools are something like the crew of the star ship Enterprise. We must boldly purchase what we have not bought before.
Tools, they are therefore I buy.
Did you get an SAE or metric spudger?
Since they included two in the kit, I’ll take a total guess that I will have both. But since I have no clue what a spudger actually is we’ll have to see. But I only hope that any spudgering I perform will be righteous and justified.