I have said before that I have an older brother who is to me, in terms of intelligence, as Stephen Hawking is to Little Bear. We don’t correspond much because he had the misfortune of being born the only social member of a pathologically asocial family, but after all these years he still tries. He’s by far my favorite sibling but you’d never know it by the way I stay in touch. Anyway that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Landlady came up for a week of working on her house* and brought a couple of care packages. An envelope of green rustling stuff from Tennessee Budd, and a well-wrapped box from big brother.
I’ve been getting care packages from readers for years. Some are funny, some are useful, some are well thought-out and some do the other thing. I appreciate them all. But never have I received a care package that received this much…care.
Big Brother decided that what the cabin needed was 12-volt Plan B lighting, for when there’s good reason to reduce the cabin’s amp draw by shutting down the inverter. There have certainly been such times, but I’d never in this life have gotten around to building an alternate electrical system myself. In terms of thoughtful touches, I have never received a present like this one.
Just two things more I need, and by wild coincidence I’m going to the big town about 50 miles away on Thursday and can hit a Lowes. I want one more socket so I can have Plan B lighting in the loft as well, and since I’ll have to run the wire outside the interior walls I want some of that flat beige conduit. I know Lowes carries it.
I’ll have to bore a couple of holes and trench for some new conduit, but already have everything I need for that. Cool!
*And so I blame her for the cold snap, but I dare not digress.
**I’d want to install the whole thing for this touch alone.
***Well, a boating store, maybe. We don’t have many of those.