I mean, laundry is always to be waited for although occasionally I zip over to Pat’s Grocks or the reee-cycle center while the washing musheen at the excellent Up North Laundry is running. 25 minutes a wash – I can do it.

Today my plan was to sit outside on one of the benches and wait for my laundry. Ma Natcher had other ideas. First it was c-c-c-cold. Being a native yooperlander, I could’ve planned my clothing better. But usually downtown Sault Ste. Siberia is 10 degrees warmer in the morning than the moominbeach so I wore my polar fleece *vest* instead of my polar fleece *jacket*. Brrrrrr. I needed sleeves so I went inside. When the washing musheen finished I looked outside and the street (and bench) was totally drenched.

I hit the reee-cycle on my way to a mad dash at Meijer. Where I forgot to bring my phone inside. It wasn’t in my zip pocket because it was plugged into Cygnus so I could safely receive the usual round of morning puzzle texts from one of my beach urchins. This caused me more panic than was necessary. What is on my list (which is on my phone)? Well, nothing much KW, this is a grab and dash, remember? Did I lock Cygnus? I ALWAYS lock Cygnus (and I can lock her from my phone). I RESTRAINED MYSELF from going outside to get my phone. I mean I was in enough of a panic that I’d’ve maybe tried to take my cart, which already had a couple items in it, out with me. And get arrested for shoplifting? Way to go, KW.

Back out to the moomin to organize a Green Bag of Garbage and take it up to the res to the Green Bag Dump. Whew! After I dealt with the laundry and the few grocks I bought, I wanted to read on the moomindeck for a while. Problem? A raging northwest wind was blowing by then and it was too c-c-c-cold to sit on the moomindeck.

The GG did a day of trail work and it rained intermittently but HARD on his crew. Although in the pic he sent me from the bar in Strongs after their work day, it looked like everyone was in fine form despite the rain. (There were lots of aminal heads on the walls and I have to go there.) Oh yeah, and then he put his shoes next to the propane heater while he was in the shower and proceeded to melt them. I smelled… something foul… But failed to check it out. Fun times.

The pic is from a visit to the Old Cabin last night. Those windows look out onto the “sleeping porch” and beyond that, our bay. When I stayed there summers as a kid, it was totally a sleeping porch but now a couple beds share space with a dining table. It’s a pleasant place to sleep or eat in any case. I have vague memories of opening those sliding glass windows and tumbling back and forth from the main room (where I’m standing) to the sleeping porch. I don’t remember doing it very often. I’m guessing it was NOT something our parents condoned.

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