No snow! But cold and humid. How 'bout you? Isa
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Thinking of you
Dear Elanore,
How fun to get your greetings! They came by mail a few days ago but, so to speak, I could not immediately answer because I kept my eyes on the thermometer and out the window and my fingers were crossed. Like you, we had a winter weather advisory here and, not only that, the front that was supposed to bring snow to Goldsboro and to Virginia Beach was reaching all the way up to Vermont and Chip Raleigh had written me an e-mail saying that they expected a LOAD of snow and were standing ready with shovels and snow blowers and plows and trucks to keep things moving in southern Vermont. Usually, a load of snow up there results in broken limbs and even broken trees and if conditions are 'right' the snow sticks to the roofs of houses and sometimes breaks things. That's what happened to our sugar house. So. My thoughts were attached to my fears and, once again, they ran away from me.
Right now, things are quiet and the air is warm and as soon as I get to push the 'send' button on this note I'll grab me a pillow and a book and a glass of water and celebrate Sunday afternoon in the sunshine of the back yard. It's getting late, already.
Yesterday I went shopping and paid some bills and then I got just an hour or so outside before the evening shadows moved in. It was wonderful, but what a shame to spend most of these glorious days inside. I really should get a bit better setting priorities. What if I were to do the shopping early in the morning and the bill-paying late in the afternoon, after the sun has escaped behind the roof line? Perhaps, as I get a bit older, I might start practicing such thoughts ;-)
On Tuesday, I'll drive over to aunt Kadin. She gave me a job as a 'baby sitter' for Wednesday and Thursday. She and uncle Steve will drive up to Quantico where Steve has to attend a meeting of the US Marine Association. So, in order for Kaarin to be able to go with him, somebody must be at the house to see that Karl gets to sleep and to eat, and goes to school on time and finds the house door open when he comes back and the heat running so the house is warm and he can do his homework without freezing his fingers off. What a responsibility I have been given. Oh, my!
After this laying out in the sun, very soon now, I'll do dinner. There is the choice of stew or a slice of pizza or some cheese with crackers and a spinach salad. All these items are intricately attached to this past weekend with all of you and every mouth full will bring fresh memories and the hope that we will do something fun like that all together very soon again.
With loving thoughts, Opa
How fun to get your greetings! They came by mail a few days ago but, so to speak, I could not immediately answer because I kept my eyes on the thermometer and out the window and my fingers were crossed. Like you, we had a winter weather advisory here and, not only that, the front that was supposed to bring snow to Goldsboro and to Virginia Beach was reaching all the way up to Vermont and Chip Raleigh had written me an e-mail saying that they expected a LOAD of snow and were standing ready with shovels and snow blowers and plows and trucks to keep things moving in southern Vermont. Usually, a load of snow up there results in broken limbs and even broken trees and if conditions are 'right' the snow sticks to the roofs of houses and sometimes breaks things. That's what happened to our sugar house. So. My thoughts were attached to my fears and, once again, they ran away from me.
Right now, things are quiet and the air is warm and as soon as I get to push the 'send' button on this note I'll grab me a pillow and a book and a glass of water and celebrate Sunday afternoon in the sunshine of the back yard. It's getting late, already.
Yesterday I went shopping and paid some bills and then I got just an hour or so outside before the evening shadows moved in. It was wonderful, but what a shame to spend most of these glorious days inside. I really should get a bit better setting priorities. What if I were to do the shopping early in the morning and the bill-paying late in the afternoon, after the sun has escaped behind the roof line? Perhaps, as I get a bit older, I might start practicing such thoughts ;-)
On Tuesday, I'll drive over to aunt Kadin. She gave me a job as a 'baby sitter' for Wednesday and Thursday. She and uncle Steve will drive up to Quantico where Steve has to attend a meeting of the US Marine Association. So, in order for Kaarin to be able to go with him, somebody must be at the house to see that Karl gets to sleep and to eat, and goes to school on time and finds the house door open when he comes back and the heat running so the house is warm and he can do his homework without freezing his fingers off. What a responsibility I have been given. Oh, my!
After this laying out in the sun, very soon now, I'll do dinner. There is the choice of stew or a slice of pizza or some cheese with crackers and a spinach salad. All these items are intricately attached to this past weekend with all of you and every mouth full will bring fresh memories and the hope that we will do something fun like that all together very soon again.
With loving thoughts, Opa
Thursday, January 3, 2013
An Incident
While I'm trying to move back in, can't wait to tell you this story:
So, I drove up my driveway and parked my car and unlocked the door and entered my passcode into the key board at the side of the front door. Dutifully, the alarm system reported "Alarm Off".
I started the household with heat and hot water and Wi-Fi and AT&T Microcell and even the fireplace to keep some of the extreme load off the heat pump. I hear motor noise in the area and thought it was one of the farmers driving around, but when I came back to the car I heard the noise coming from above. I looked up and there was a helicopter making slow circles around our neighborhood. I thought it might be in context with the bypass - some areal survey or something. I grabbed some stuff from the car and went back inside.
Coming out again after a while, the helicopter was still there, circling lower and I saw guns sticking out on the side and noticed the police paint on the little cabin. There was also the sherif's cruiser in front of my car. I walked over to it but there was no-one inside and nobody in sight, so I started walking around the house. At that moment, a big guy in uniform came around the corner of my little office building, concern on his face and the right hand on the grip of is pistol on the side. The helicopter had stopped circling and hovered a little to the side, obviously to give the shooter in the right seat a clear shot down to our driveway.
All this analysis, of course, came later. "What's happening?" I asked the police guy. "Well, we had an alarm here." replied he. "You did?" I responded smartly "Yes", re retorted. "I don't understand, I said, I just came home, opened the door and disarmed the alarm system and it reported all clear. I'm so sorry you had a false call". "Oh, that's OK, what's your name?" I told him and even spelled it for him and his face cleared up and he asked the last question "You live here?" I said "Yes" and he wished me a good day and walked towards his car while I tried to reconstruct what I had come out of the house for. By the time I found solid ground under my feet, the helicopter had gone and the police cruiser was backing out of the driveway and my first thought was that I now could safely continue to rob the house, because my presence here was legit. No ID needed, no nothing, except the above exchange. Cool!
Have a good day, y'all. Isa
So, I drove up my driveway and parked my car and unlocked the door and entered my passcode into the key board at the side of the front door. Dutifully, the alarm system reported "Alarm Off".
I started the household with heat and hot water and Wi-Fi and AT&T Microcell and even the fireplace to keep some of the extreme load off the heat pump. I hear motor noise in the area and thought it was one of the farmers driving around, but when I came back to the car I heard the noise coming from above. I looked up and there was a helicopter making slow circles around our neighborhood. I thought it might be in context with the bypass - some areal survey or something. I grabbed some stuff from the car and went back inside.
Coming out again after a while, the helicopter was still there, circling lower and I saw guns sticking out on the side and noticed the police paint on the little cabin. There was also the sherif's cruiser in front of my car. I walked over to it but there was no-one inside and nobody in sight, so I started walking around the house. At that moment, a big guy in uniform came around the corner of my little office building, concern on his face and the right hand on the grip of is pistol on the side. The helicopter had stopped circling and hovered a little to the side, obviously to give the shooter in the right seat a clear shot down to our driveway.
All this analysis, of course, came later. "What's happening?" I asked the police guy. "Well, we had an alarm here." replied he. "You did?" I responded smartly "Yes", re retorted. "I don't understand, I said, I just came home, opened the door and disarmed the alarm system and it reported all clear. I'm so sorry you had a false call". "Oh, that's OK, what's your name?" I told him and even spelled it for him and his face cleared up and he asked the last question "You live here?" I said "Yes" and he wished me a good day and walked towards his car while I tried to reconstruct what I had come out of the house for. By the time I found solid ground under my feet, the helicopter had gone and the police cruiser was backing out of the driveway and my first thought was that I now could safely continue to rob the house, because my presence here was legit. No ID needed, no nothing, except the above exchange. Cool!
Have a good day, y'all. Isa
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