Whatnot

It’s 3 am. I am normally an early riser, but this is very early for me. I’m online to help someone in Mexico orient themselves to an online course. While I wait for them to install skype, I thought I might catch up with myself. This particular blog is wandering text, no pictures.

I want to start with Maso. Yes that is m a s o. It’s the name of a place – actually an old farm – near me. I first saw it some two ? years ago when walking across the lake (frozen ice, mid winter). This winter I was doing the same – the lake route cuts considerable time off getting to Funlayo and Kimmo’s – and really began studying the place. Now if I had the money I’d love to have it and restore it. At first glance all seems fine. On closer look the shore side sauna tilts, the cellar is gaping and the building above it has fallen. The barn roof has collapsed… Now I entertain myself generating terrifyingly long lists of all the probable things that would need to be done to salvage the place.

In the last two of my “over the ice” visits to Maso; I noticed that the ice was getting squishy. Water was seeping up from below. On the second of these visits I moved to the firmer packed lake ice roads –farther from Maso’s shore line, but which didn’t have the dogs’ paws drawing water. I was having visions of all of us vanishing to a cold wet quiet world. Now I take the terra firma foot path to Maso.

Speaking of ice – this time on footpaths – I love stomping on it and making it crack. It feels like a civic duty to get rid of it.

Speaking of civic duties, I have been regularly trying to get the city to turn off the big lights on the football field (snow covered and “closed” for winter). We managed to get the lights on the footpaths turned off. Then they got turned on. Then the big lights started spending the nights on – earlier they had only been on in the early morning – some time after midnight. Time for another call.

Well I should get on with my day now – it’s 4:30 am, but daylight savings time is about to begin so this is good practice. I know I have about twenty seven thousand eight hundred and fifty three other things to tell you, but they will just have to go unsaid for now.

Smiles,
Susanne