|
|
|
a poop path for Neville
Saturday, December 27 2025
There was about a foot of snow on the ground this morning, and, after I'd got a fire going in the woodstove, I began to attack it. The first thing I did was clear a path from the front door into the yard, ending it at one of the raised beds we garden in. The idea here was to give Neville somewhere to go when he eventually had a need to poop. If I'd just cleared near the front door, he might've just pooped there. Sure enough, when Neville finally went outside, he pooped at the end of the path I'd dug just like I'd hoped he would.
Later I cleared a path to the parking are and then cleared around the Bolt (the Forester was down in Washington at the time). And then, after a break, I shoveled out all of the rest of the driveway, making a clear path to the road and even fully shoveling out the spot where the Forester will end up when Gretchen returns.
After that, I enjoyed the effects of 120 mg of pseudoephedrine while drinking a series of stranded loons. That's the drink I invented where one dumps scotch into a glass filled with snow. I also tried dumping gin into a glass of snow, and that wasn't as good.
For linking purposes this article's URL is:
http://asecular.com/blog.php?251227 feedback
previous | next |
