Sunday July 22nd 2018Tim
Fortunately I spotted a posse harassing the Hosta blooms
in the late afternoon yesterday, and like anyone else
who struggles with Juveniliustrochilidaphobia my
immediate instinct was to remain indoors for the next
couple of weeks, but being a bold and often Bolshevik
sort of male of our own species this morning I chose
instead to dress accordingly. No white, no red, no blue,
nothing flashy, and I wore a brown oil stained trousers
to protect my peaky white blotchy legs. Luckily the
morning was cloudy with showers which is not an ideal
condition for the boisterous and out of control,
murderous little vandals that pass for the youth of
Hummingbird, but unluckily it did mean I was reduced to
wrenching some sort of order back into the barn and this
meant enduring the ordeal of sharing time with my least
favorite member of the Angelic Host, who for some
unknown reason decided to remain in residence here
rather than get the first bus to Washington DC, he'd be
a shoe-in for the current administration.
At issue between
us today was the mechanism for a Nodding Donkey, two
ancient rototillers, a wheel barrow wheel and a gas
furnace with an air conditioner unit which would have
been run by a compressor in a heat pump..... I finally
came out said "What are these things doing in the barn?"
But it's always the same with the Angel of Greed, he
declares himself entirely innocent and blames me. "They
didn't cost you anything and you never know they could
be useful for something." And it's that sort of
temptation that often makes me wonder whether the Angel
of Greed is one of those fallen Angels who just gloms
off others. Then in a somewhat sneering manner he said,
"There was a time when you had no problem lifting the
Nodding Donkey." "That's exactly my point," I shot back.
"It's time to get rid of almost everything in the barn."
And we both agreed that I'm looking at some kind of
winter project, certainly not something any one in their
right mind would even think about doing until something
like January, maybe February 2021...