A pleasant surprise this morning, the first measurable snowfall, 1.5 in. (3.8 c.), in about three years fell overnight.
Wherein I wrongly blame myself for a known issue.
Wherein I fail to read the chat room.
1,076 days later is not an awkwardly named horror film, but rather a climate disaster reality show. It’s also the number of days since snow fell in Raleigh, NC, and even then by only the most generous of definitions of frozen water vapor. I wonder if I’ll see snow in the backyard again in my life.
Wherein I sorted through some things.
I prefer serene to merry, but still.
How it started and how it’s going for the Japanese Maple after a few fairly cold days and deep freezing nights.
Tired of French bread slices not fitting the toaster, I went big, too big. I thought a larger toaster would be 50 percent longer, not 100 percent. My wife asked why I didn’t look at the specifications before ordering. That is a question best left to the philosophers, I think.
Appalled to find my wife listening to audio for a video through her MacBook Pro speakers, I was then disappointed but not surprised the work Mac disallowed AirPlay, so I mounted a shelf and soundbar atop the monitor and used the audio jack. Old analog tech trumps new IT policy every time.
Tired of trying to grow grass on a rain runoff slope, I’m thinking of planting a large shrub in this space. The Emerald Green arborvitae is boring, but they grow big and fast and stay are green all year.
