Last week we got a triple whammy from that storm that crossed the continent…
…but by the time it started making the news in places that newsreaders are aware of the sky here had cleared and the temperature suddenly became unseasonably warm…
Yesterday some neighbors wanted me to help them with a dump run, which meant I had to drag out the Jeep trailer. And I took that opportunity for a chore I’d kind of been putting off.
In early January somebody gave me an old small recliner more suitable to the Lair than what I’ve been using for a main chair for several years: A ridiculous, enormously heavy black vinyl electric recliner/massager that pulled so much juice there was no point even plugging it in. I wasn’t crazy about it but it was what I had. Replacing it meant somehow getting rid of it, and since it weighed roughly ten metric tons my first step toward that was wrapping it in a tarp to keep the snow off and leaving it on the porch – possibly until summer meant I wanted to use the porch for something besides old furniture storage.
But if I was going to use the trailer, conscience and warm weather drove me to pull out my tools and dismantle the absurdly heavy and complicated thing until I could get it into the trailer singlehanded. And now I have my porch back. Not that I presently need it for much.
Look what I got!
A friend of the blog who wishes to remain anonymous sent a very generous donation. It came with an admonition to ‘buy something fun’ – and I did so: one of these days a new Official TUAK Game Camera will show up. But I also did something I’ve wanted for a long time but couldn’t afford. I got a pair of Official TUAK Glasses that wasn’t falling apart, with a prescription from this decade.
The freakishly warm weather permitted another luxury, normally reserved for summer:
I could heat up some water and actually use the Lair’s vestpocket bath without freezing my scrawny ass solid. When the outside temp is above freezing, the wind isn’t howling and the sun is shining, that window is the Lair’s principle heat source and the bath stall gets positively hot. I didn’t really intend that benefit when I installed the big window almost six years ago, but I’ll take it.
This morning D&L wanted to go to the Safeway in the biggish town about 35 miles away and asked if I wanted to tag along. I looked at my wallet and then at my stash of frozen meat and decided, ‘Sure. What the hell?”
And I have to say…
I still get a hell of a kick out of a visit to the Palace of Food. It’s a little jarring for the old hermit, a little disturbing even to be around so many people and so much traffic all at one time. But it’s still kind of reassuring to know that – all the apocalyptic news notwithstanding – there’s still a prosperous world out there to be visited. Not very often, please.
And finally, speaking of visits: Guess who’s going to get a Covid vaccination next week?
This was sort of presented to me this morning in a manner I’m tempted to call non-negotiable. I had no interest in getting the vaccine, I feel no special need for it, my chances of getting the disease are almost certainly extremely low and anyway I’m not afraid of it. Plus, frankly, I gather supplies of the vaccine are still low and should go to people with more need than I have. But I get my regular rides from D&L who very much are afraid of the disease. They want me to do it and a refusal seemed rude. So next Tuesday I’ll go to town and get the jab for the same reason I wear a mask when they’re around, just to keep peace. Don’t know yet whether this is the kind that needs two doses.