It was cold when I woke up this morning…something like 43 degrees outside. OK, that’s not really cold, it’s just chilly. Chilly enough for me to drag out the ol’ auxiliary heater from its summer storage place and fire it up. I love that lil electric heater…it puts out just the right amount of warmth (when strategically placed near the ol’ tootsies) and saves on the propane consumption. I’m thinking I just might grit my teeth and have Cortez Gas set me a large propane tank this fall. When it gets really cold… a relative thing, ya know… I fill El Casa Móvil De Pennington’s ridiculously small tank about once a week. The convenience of a large tank is certainly alluring, offset only by the necessity of dropping a couple of Franklins (or more) to actually get the job done. I hear tell propane is gonna go up by about six or seven percent this year. It’s always sumthin’.
Now that the weather is turning chilly the frickin’ flies seem to be swarming, and they’re doing their damnedest to get into the house. Seeking warmth, and all that. There must have been two dozen of the nasty lil buggers hanging out on my screen door last evening when I began to button up. And I exaggerate not a whit, Gentle Reader.
I’ve developed a fun new game to deal with ‘em, though. Involves a can of Raid and said screen door, with me standing on the inside of El Casa Móvil and the flies on the outside of the screen. I think my record, so far, is about ten kills with a single burst. I derive a great deal of satisfaction from killing the nasty things and the Raid drives off the survivors just long enough for me to open the screen, reattach it to the main entry door, and shut the assembled contraption…all without allowing the flies entry into the house. Good fun, it is, but it’s a lot like spitting in the ocean. There are more flies in P-Ville than in any Middle Eastern souk I ever walked into, and that’s sayin’ something, believe me.
What a remarkable illustration of how absolutely mundane my life has become…
Today’s Pic: SN3 in his highchair, circa Fall of 1997, when he was about six or seven months old. This is a scanned photo from back in the days before I got my first digicam. The interesting thing about this pic is the good folks at our local Wegmans (where we got our film processing done) asked for and received our permission to use this photo in their advertising. The photo was still on the wall at their photo kiosk/counter when I left