7th February 2025
With more news of spectacular funding wastage rattling around the independent media, we sat in the sunroom to eat breakfast. Even with the snow, now frozen solid, there were still birds flocking to the feed box. It is also a place where the squirrels congregate. Kelli has even coated the posts with grease, and although that foxes them for a while they now jump from the ground four feet in the air to grasp the seeds.
It is an effort to go out into the garage, the heaters we have aren’t that effective unless you sit on them, but after a while I get used to the temperature.
I’m not sure if I’ve become clumsy in my old age, or there’s too much crap everywhere. I am forever tripping on stuff or knocking things over.
I blame my large feet, but Kelli is always concerned that she would find me dead under a pile of lumber. That necessitated the need for a clean up. Within a short time we moved stuff, threw stuff away and generally organised things a little better, now, at least there is a bit more space for me to move about.
Now there is little risk in me being killed by falling material, it’s just the cold that will get me.
Which was just as well as I wanted to prime a couple of pieces ready for painting tomorrow.
A quick walk around the block with the dogs rounded the day off. The pavements were covered with ice, that is something that Kelli hates, sage has a fear of slipping and hurting the knee that got stitched after our biking accident, personally I blame her micro feet. I’m used to the surface, in fact I had to run into the back garden in my tee shirt, shorts and slippers last night to rescue a metal Buddha that was blowing in the wind. Now that was cold, I think I floated over the snow because I moved so fast. The things I do.
Another Lifetime to go 