Monday Evening

Another evening by the fire is ahead of us. We will likely read and play Scrabble. But first, Elv is running up and down the stairs on a quest to stop a dripping faucet that has been clogging my washer drain with an ice dam. Apparently, it has become a snowmobile by now. Which is to be interpreted that Elv is going to pursue a solution that works, finally, so there! (There’s a story, but never mind.)

I’m busy with reading for Brighter Winter and a Bible reading plan, Atlanta Market coming up, sewing, puzzles, getting daily exercise, store work, and “the usual… a little of this and a little of that,” to quote Father Tim. I grocery shopped today, bought nothing extra, but still took up far too much of last week’s check.

Elv is in one of those moods that I hope he can get safely past before something withers and falls off the shelf. A late charge showed up where it simply shouldn’t have happened… We’ll pay a different way next time. (Snail mail in December probably wasn’t such a good idea.) Check. The water must be turned off and the lines blown out on the rental, tomorrow night. Check. The more intense he gets; the more ho hum I feel and I don’t tend to go under cover with that. We are quite a pair! And so much for our winter evening.

I want popcorn badly this evening because we were out of it all weekend.  So I feel gypped. But it’s too late in the evening to be eating anything, even popcorn. Somehow, I believe that late evening food would eliminate the benefits of ten hard-won minutes on the elliptical machine, don’t you?

So here we are with our petty little problems. Really they’re ordinary things that happen to people who have plenty and more. We’re snug and warm and just had a yummy supper. Cheers.