Cold, cloudy, forecasting rain, probably snow. The sun will probably come out and the temps will remain above forty.
Wish the old folks were around. You know, the ones that rake up all the walnuts and cart them off to be cleaned of husks and then processed. They’re not around any more and even dog doesn’t like rolling about in walnuts. I have, from four trees, more than enough.
Heh. Way more than enough.
The fire the other night was the owner of the Greasy. Well, ex-owner. The non-elected village counsil member we can not get rid of. The one everyone swears is broke but that keeps coming up with money and his neighbors wonder how. Who’s bills aren’t always paid on time and he owes.
Damage wasn’t bad, well, bad enough that he moved in with his mother, his son with his mother, and the dogs went to the vet. He and his son run a puppy farm and do fireworks. A fine thing the fire didn’t get to the fireworks building. Mighty fine. That whole corner of the village would have had fun rather than a little bit of excitement.
Life, it’s what you live while waiting for your ship.
From the reaches,