February 9, 2010

  • Another good day in the life of me. My Snaab remains in the garage. They were going to "bring it in" today. I did not hear from them, so I'm trying not to perseverate on what I imagine will be an exorbitant bill due to lots of clakkity clakkity ripping metal engine damage. Doesn't sound at all as if I'm obsessed, does it? I've been doing pretty well not worrying about it.  I'm driving Gert and Herbert's 1995 Dodge Caravan. I'm calling it Fenway, after the Green Monster. It's green, has need of a muffler and it built for comfort not for speed. I am counting my blessings to have this car at my disposal. I've definitely been spoiled by my Snaab.   I can do without a lot of it's luxury in a pinch, but I do miss my radio. Tonight I was glad for the peace and quiet away from the office.  I was only craving the radio a little bit less than I had been on the way into work. Hadn't gotten the days dose of doom and gloom from the radio. On reconsideration, it was better to be listening to the deep sounds of a dying muffler than to be hearing the latest pledge drive on public radio or the local Fox station's news. Fair and balanced is better replaced by peace and (not so toxic) quiet. 

    I'm wishing we had some of the snow here that the mid-Atlantic states are getting. We're in a little bit of a snow drought here in the Green Mountains. I'd love to have us get a nice dump of twenty inches or so. The maples need the coverage for the upcoming sap run. My blueberry bushes always do better when the snow cover is deep and lofty. The water table would also benefit. And now that the snow blower is fixed- it was not working during Erik's recuperation- it will be much easier to handle the snow then with the frequent scraping technique usually employed for clearing the driveway.  I have a much deeper appreciation for how The Chief keeps up with the shoveling in the winter now than I did before he was recuperating from surgery.

    And speaking of The Chief, he is recuperating nicely. He has a little centipede of a scar from navel to symphysis pubis. There are three other wee scratches on him from where they inserted the instrumentation for laproscopic colectomy.  His navel is no longer puffy and swollen. His stomach is much flatter than it had been before the surgery. He still tires a little quickly, but makes gains every day.  I am so grateful he is still here on the planet.

    Blessings abound