Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to bring you something a little different. You may remember me from such similarly-themed posts as “Our Modern Lifestyle”, among so many, many others.
Well. I was beginning to wonder if I hadn’t repeated myself an awful lot in the last year or so. That’s quite possible, considering the large number of posts made on this blog.
So this post, as I said, will be a little different.
There’s so much snow on the ground that there’s no gardening, and all you would hear on that front is a bunch of complaining, so I’ll just skip that part.
Maybe you can see how much snow we got, with this picture of me standing on the canal road looking south down the field.
It’s not very cold out, even though it looks like it might be. It was cold last night, and really cold the night before, but the guy I live with just said, “Whatever”.
Sometimes things around here can be puzzling, to say the least.
Like just the other day, out of nowhere, and I do mean absolutely out of nowhere, the guy I live with said to me, “It is not how things are in the world that is mystical, but rather that it exists.”
I had to look that up. It’s Wittgenstein. Again. This is at least the third time the blog has mentioned Wittgenstein, so maybe that’s overdoing it.
I thought about it for a minute, since that’s the amount of time I’d devote to wondering why the world exists, then took a nap.
In truth, I’m more interested in breakfast and dinner.
Sometimes, strange things happen that make me wonder if the guy I live with is all there, if you know what I mean. Besides quoting Wittgenstein. He was vacuuming behind the door of our bedroom, and looked at this like he’d never seen it before.
He said, “Huh”. It was pretty dusty, so he washed it off. He said it had something called “potpourri” in it, and that at one time, years ago, it must have had a scent.
The bedroom door is always propped open with this doorstop. The doorstop is heavy so maybe that’s why the door is rarely shut.
I guess he didn’t finish vacuuming entirely.
But still, how can you spend twenty years sleeping in a room and never notice something? We purebred border collies notice almost everything.
The mail came today. The guy I live with was irked that he still hasn’t received some tax documents, because he hates having to put things off, though, on the other hand, he got a box filled with bags of coffee in it, the day before he was going to run out.
He keeps saying he’s going to “transition to tea”, and I know there’s tea in the cabinet, near where my biscuits are. It seemed strange to me that he keeps talking about taking up tea-drinking when there are at least four teapots in the house.
I don’t understand this at all. Maybe there’s something in Wittgenstein about it.
And he hasn’t heard from the ear doctor yet. He said he was going to be very patient, which I thought was a bit heavy-handed when talking about waiting for a doctor.
The ear is much better, by the way, though it still needs to be checked out. He can hear perfectly well now. He said it was something to do with his inner ear, which I didn’t get at all, because my ears are on the outside.
This has happened to him before. But he’d lost quite a bit of hearing in his ear, which completely freaked him out.
This is why.Music is the guy I live with’s main interest, and has been since he was eight.
It wasn’t listening to headphones that caused this; more like a cold, though he said it was because he was allergic to snow and cold weather, and that if I wasn’t such a total wimp about hot weather we’d move to Tucson. (I know that’s not going to happen, for like ten thousand reasons.)
Something really interesting happened yesterday. This was utterly astonishing to me.
I was on my morning walk, and noticed a whole bunch of water running down the gutter, into the storm drain kitty-corner from our house. The sidewalk in front of our neighbors’ house was a sheet of ice.
There were a couple of guys down the street looking at something, so I dragged the guy I live with down there to see what was going on.
This is what we saw:
It was a broken water main. There was water just bubbling up from the street.
Our water wasn’t affected; the water guys said they didn’t know how this happened, because the water pipe is buried pretty deeply, so it couldn’t have frozen.
When we came back home, the guy I live with went back out and talked to the water guys, because he used to do work sort of like that. Things involving backhoes and going into holes in the ground, and sometimes staying out all night, working.
The water main break got fixed by evening. I didn’t like all the big machinery, the noise, and the flashing lights.
This morning, we walked by again, and the guy I live with took a picture of some frozen mud. He said maybe this is the only blog that shows pictures of frozen mud.
I wanted to walk through it but the guy I live with said not to. You can also see what the color of our soil is, deep down in the ground.
The guy I live with, who’s not a geologist, by the way, says it gets its color from the Fountain Formation, which is what Red Rocks Amphitheater, about five miles away, is made of.
Now, I realize this has been kind of a different post. It seemed like a good idea. At least I didn’t have to hear about not seeing snowdrops until July, or tell you about it, either.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me doing something I’m not supposed to do, but I do it anyway. Head cool, hindquarters all toasty. Slipper, a purebred border collie who lived here before me, liked to do this, too, until the guy I live with’s wife made him close the back door because the heat was on.
Until next time, then.