Awake long before I needed to be, I turned off the alarm on my iPhone in approximately 6 ways, but it was delighted to inform me at 6 am that no, I hadn’t done it properly.
How is it that what you can set in motion with one simple step, requires so many more actions to cancel?
It’s like trying to un-join a book club. Do they even still exist? Maybe I did not ever actually succeed in cancelling my subscription. Maybe the club just ceased to be.
Yesterday’s snow flurries soon subsided and this morning’s expected event was conveniently delayed by a few hours so, having allowed extra time for school buses and other hindrances, we simply sailed along through the dark.
At one intersection, Grant moaned when a truck turned before of us:
“Oh no! He’ll just putt-putt…”
So my driver opted to alter our route. Next thing, there were complaints about having a car behind us:
“His lights are reflecting in my mirror!
And now he had decided, that in the dark, he prefers to follow another car as it gives him the benefit of their headlights. Too many creatures leap out of the dark.
My contrary driver got us to destination with 20 minutes to kill so we debated the meaning of this sign in an adjacent lot.
We tried to visualise the sort of light show one might watch while washing one’s laundry and decided it must be the car wash that offers this extravaganza.
The smaller, green sign advised :
“Superior Washes: 2 for $35.”
If you really enjoy the light show, you can circle around and do it all again. Our car is in need of a wash, so I left Grant to consider the matter but when I returned he had his head stuck in a book and the car was still dirty.
An un-enthusiastic search for *birthday cake took us off our normal route home. I had asked one of the nurses where I might find such a thing but it seems ” go left out of the parking lot” was insufficient instruction and Grant cannot abide “messing about”.
He needs precise, timely directions and my improvising didn’t cut the mustard. So we just enjoyed another new route.
.*His, not mine
No doubt a once-loved house.
Architecture in these parts is eclectic.
“Doric columns” are very popular!
This house would not be out of place in Tibet.
Mostly, though, we enjoyed the scenery and a snow-laden sky
We took this side road which had been nicely cleared.
Winter scenes probably do not appeal to everyone.
But as I just may have mentioned…I love Winter!
Maybe it seems bleak, but I love the contrasts.
Mount Tom in the distance
It would appear that I took rather an abundance of photographs this morning.
My right hand having been numbed in order for a nerve to be ablated, it is protesting that it now needs to rest and to warm up, please!
(It’s looking a bit blue!)
If you’d care for more scenes of snow and sky, you may see them here tomorrow.
But if you pretty sun, sea and sand I’ll understand. I have some of those too, but mostly they are stored in my memory.