Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Weather

Sounds bad, but I might have to go to town. I can think of a hundred things I'd rather do but such is the rich tapestry there are times when a person just has to buckle under, get with the program, truly horrible expressions both of them, and there's always the return journey to look forward to, the homeward bound, the glee and sense of accomplishment.

The other thing about it is, if I don't go to town the heavens probably will pour down freezing rain, put weight on the electric lines, cut the power and here I'll be, wondering why I didn't get enough gasoline for the generator. All the same I'll more likely be weighing the alternatives for another five or six hours instead of just getting on with it.

2 comments:

Gin said...

Oh, me. I hope you weathered (sorry, I couldn't resist) the cold, made the trip safely and are now home, upstairs with paintbrush in hand, discoloring plaster of paris.

tim candler said...

Whether I chose the correct option I'll never be certain. Let's put it this way the generator is feeling rather pleased with himself.