feb25-04

Water is dripping from the tip of an icicle hanging from every spout coming off the roof. We need a fire only at suppertime, to warm up the basement. Upstairs, where the kitchen and office keep Everett and I during the day, it is warm without the natural gas heater kicking in.

The two of us have been to town this afternoon, where we exchanged our green garbage bag full of refundable containers for $4.60. Into my jeans pocket that went, to be added to our little ‘refunds’ account. I think we have about $90 in there now. The plan is to spend it on something frivolous or expensive that the four of us rarely do, like going to a theatre.

Maybe I should suggest we use part of it to buy concert tickets in future. (Yeah, yeah!) The boys enjoyed themselves quite a bit at the Fjellgaard/Valdy concert the other night, sitting in the front row. Emil, from the gymnasium floor, spoke to the red-running-shoed Valdy as the man was setting up onstage.

“What’s your name?”
“Valdy.”
“Valdy?”
“Valdy. I’m playing here tonight.”

I was busy helping set up chairs, so didn’t hear what else was said. But I imagine Emil put Valdy through the usual questionaire.

After the recycling depot, Everett and I stopped at the bakery on main street to inhale a long john and a hot drink. We should do that more often. Then it was time for the grocery haul, which we polished off in less than half an hour.

The four or five bags of grub await my transportative services yet, from the high ground of the kitchen table. Then, it's on to heating one of those apple pies (I ordered 10, frozen, from the care home) and throwing some supper together.

Yesterday I decided to finish off the remainder of a bottle of red wine sitting on the cupboard. It was barely half a goblet, and when it was gone, I wished for more. I wished I could phone Scott in town and ask him to pick up another bottle on the way home. I couldn't though, so I wished he'd receive and act upon the telepathic message I sent instead. Then I forgot about it, until he walked in the door and put a bottle of red wine into my lap.

What a good boy is he.