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Happy lunar new year
January staggers to a close. My physio remarked on how quickly the month had gone but then added the caveat, 'The days are long but the weeks seem short.' Mind, I can't remember anything that happened this month. It's just been January since forever.
More snow last night: quite a bit, judging by my front walk. But apparently a bobcat came by at some point and cleared the sidewalks down to the concrete, at least on my street. The south side of Dupont was a slush mixture while the north by Loblaws was as ever the great salt plain. Mounds of the stuff here and there.
Finished Thud and The Fifth Elephant (cherishing the gloomy and pointless trousers of Uncle Vanya); four Miss Silvers and a Simenon (the St Fiacre Affair, where he forgets to tell us who sent the anonymous letters that tip Maigret off); and Alice in Wonderland because I haven't read it in half a century and was distressed to find that somehow I don't even own a copy.
Am currently reading Thirteen Guests, a Jefferson Farjeon country house mystery (brother of Eleanor were you wondering) and another Miss Silver because they're like eating nuts. May eventually go back to Four Roads Cross but I don't understand hostile takeovers in business, much less when gods are involved. Will certainly start Night Watch because there's not much first rate Pratchett left to reread.
More snow last night: quite a bit, judging by my front walk. But apparently a bobcat came by at some point and cleared the sidewalks down to the concrete, at least on my street. The south side of Dupont was a slush mixture while the north by Loblaws was as ever the great salt plain. Mounds of the stuff here and there.
Finished Thud and The Fifth Elephant (cherishing the gloomy and pointless trousers of Uncle Vanya); four Miss Silvers and a Simenon (the St Fiacre Affair, where he forgets to tell us who sent the anonymous letters that tip Maigret off); and Alice in Wonderland because I haven't read it in half a century and was distressed to find that somehow I don't even own a copy.
Am currently reading Thirteen Guests, a Jefferson Farjeon country house mystery (brother of Eleanor were you wondering) and another Miss Silver because they're like eating nuts. May eventually go back to Four Roads Cross but I don't understand hostile takeovers in business, much less when gods are involved. Will certainly start Night Watch because there's not much first rate Pratchett left to reread.
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Twas not ever thus. Used to be home owners were responsible for clearing their own snow-- still are when the bobcats don't come by-- and of course they don't. But the advantage of a newish city is that sidewalks are wide enough for bobcats. Except in the very newish sections that dispense with sidewalks altogether because theoretically everybody drives.