Keystone Kops? – It’s always humorous when older folks do something. Aging brings some deficits like hearing loss and a few other things that add to the confusion. We’ve had trouble with our GFI outlet by the pond. The outlet is outside and the electrical panel box is in the basement. I offered to yell down if the pond pump went on but the beloved husband figured out a way to do it without our usual “what did you say” or “I couldn’t hear you” or “I thought you said…” The problem is fixed. No Keystone Kops this time.
They were wrong – There were predictions of a storm this week. It’s been warm here with temperatures above freezing for over a week. I wasn’t too worried. Anything falling would melt fast but everything closed before the first flake fell. At the end of the day our area got 2”. The track moved farther south. Starbucks was closed for 2” of snow as was my gym and a whole lot of other places. Sometimes reacting to the hyperbole doesn’t work. However, south of us they got quite a bit. Hope they were prepared. I wonder if their Starbucks was closed.
The chaos after a “no storm” – There is still storm damage even if we don’t get the precipitation. Everything cancelled now has bunched up together in another week. Where is spring? Is she cavorting in the tropics again sipping margaritas?
Speaking of spring – We had our local garden show with weekend. The beloved husband and I went on “senior” day to get a discount. *bangs head on table* Not a good idea. It was jammed and everyone was old. There were walkers and wheelchairs. We had to wait outside 15 minutes in biting windy cold to get in. This is when my empathy collides with my lack of patience. It was worth it. Although small in comparison to the larger Philadelphia Flower Show, it’s nice to see plantings and ponds and gardening tools. I broke down and bought myself a shallow carrying container to bring tomatoes in from the garden without smashing.
Note from the rabbit hole – I found my grandfather’s draft registration from 1917. He was described as having gray hair, medium tall and stocky build. They didn’t use numbers back then. My family is not tall so I wonder what constituted medium tall. Height and weight would have been more definitive but perhaps people didn’t have scales hanging around the house to taunt them. Always interesting to look at this stuff.
So how was your week?