The Lido Shuffle

(Written earlier this week)

The weather Friday wasn't too bad. A little chilly, but an indicator of things to come. I stayed at work an extra hour to make up some time I lost over lunch and didn't make it home until 5. Just enough time to change, head to the parents and flush the cooling system of the ETC. Then back to the apt to change and rush down to the PL with Cara to meet up with Ben. I had been running at 120% all day and was looking forward to a good sit and hobby talk. Got there and the place was standing room only. To add insult, the best we could get was a wobbly table in the (too well lit) corner by the ATM. If it's one thing I can't stand, it's the tables at the PL.

 

Saturday AM, waiting for things to warm up. Finished a book due back on Sunday. Made some sausage, brewed some coffee, went over the receipts and hit the road. Spent the next 5 hours working on soffits over the deck until the blowing snow made the concrete dangerously slick. I found a good stopping point and managed to get to T&T in Waverly just before close. Verdict: high prices and poor wares. Paid more than I wanted to for a picnic basket and drove back into town via Winslow road; sipping coffee from the thermos and cruising at 50MPH. "So this is what it's become," I pondered.

 

Another exciting Saturday night! (actually, one of those nice quiet nights in). Paid the bills while watching Guy Lombardo, then turned my attention to the pumphouse blueprints. Worked out the math for 3 different scenarios that I ended up modeling and revising. Would take some further analysis. Despite getting to bed before midnight, I was still beat come Sunday morning.

 

With a solid blanket of snow on the ground, we patiently waited for temps to hit 40F around 1PM. You see, Sunday was supposed to be the big weed burning but the weather put the kabosh on that. Instead, Cara and I took up the tools and tackled brush, tree trimming and a whole lotta sumac cutting before spring gets sprung. Totally worn out, nightfall nearing, we still managed to unload the '55 Frigidaire without incident. From there, Sub City, hot shower and a little decompressing before total collapse.