ICE AND WATER?

Photo courtesy of NHL site
My Dunany Demons were up to their tricks again yesterday. It started to snow early Saturday morning. A wild wind was playing havoc with my satellite, but the Wings game came in okay during the afternoon. By evening however, when it was time to watch the HABS, the reception was going on and off…GRRRR! I grabbed the mop with the longest handle, put on my coat, and braved the dark and the elements as I attempted to stretch way, way up there to brush the offending snow off the dish. I was leaning against the gallery railing to keep from being blown right over, and it was scary! That gallery is high off the ground! My efforts helped some, and I was able to yell and scream, then dance to the victory as I watched the HABS show the Bruins what was what. How sweet it is!!

During the lull between the games I decided to start my laundry. Fortunately! If I had not gone downstairs when I did, there would have been another flood in my grandson’s apartment. Sure enough, the pipes are leaking again. The water is turned off until my neighbor, who answered my call for help, comes by later today to fix it. Paying a plumber overtime weekend rates is beyond my budget, so I have to wait. Not only does this neighbor get up later than most folks, I see that a tree has fallen in his driveway – right across it in fact. He’ll have to clear it away before he can get out. I believe I read somewhere that patience is a virtue?
I have enough to keep me occupied until things get back to normal. The file I brought home from the office on Friday is huge. I labored on it from 7 AM yesterday until the games started in the afternoon, yet there is still much to do. Water is needed for housework (which I had planned for today) but the computer works fine without it, so there we go. Everything happens for a reason.

Update on my brother:
Once again we were called to the hospital where nothing was done except a question and answer session with the anesthetist; this after a 90 minute drive into the city, a 2-1/2 hour wait to see the dude, only to discover that any information he wanted was already in my brother’s file...which he was supposed to have read - at least that was the reason given for our extra ½ hour wait. Now it has been decided that Bird must see another heart specialist; they won’t accept the info from a different hospital. Bird had been seen by a heart specialist following his stroke three weeks ago. He will also be scheduled for another MRI. We have lost count how many MRI’s have been done in the last 6 months. Bird stated that that he’ll soon glow in the dark. SO…we wait.

And am I not a stick in the mud this Sunday morning? LOL – actually my mood is pretty good. There is no use getting upset. I’ve got Shaggy on the sound system, singing about sun and love; a nice fire warming up the house, and nobody except Grump to please if the lack of water causes some body odor….and he doesn’t complain. Sam & I did our usual email play by play while watching hockey, I had a long chat with Saskatoon Karen immediately after the game last night, always a pleasure, and my son and Yoshiko are supposed to drop over this afternoon. There is the Vancouver/Chicago series fight to look forward to later today. Granted, it is pouring rain outside, but that’s to wash away the snow, of course! Besides, I really don’t mind rain – it has its own charm.

I’m off to crunch numbers, folks. I hope you are enjoying your weekend, and out floats my cyber SMILE to round it off. It may be a little wet, but you can be sure it’s still warm!!

Luv from the Bush in Quebec.