God is a verb,
Not a noun.”
Richard Buckminister Fuller, No More Secondhand God
In my last blog I wrote that I have two lawyers in my noggin. One lawyer tries to prevent me from making bad addiction choices and the other lawyer tries to convince me to make poor addiction choices.
But you see, last Wednesday, after skating (please see my last blog) I passed the Tim Hortons and didn’t buy an Iced Cap. I was, I must say, a little proud of myself.
However, like I said, some believe if you make good addiction choices, that the universe will repay you with opportunities you didn’t know existed.
After we’d dumped the dump material I decided we needed things in North Sydney. We drove to North Sydney and then, you guessed it, on the way home we stopped and bought two Iced Caps. No argument from any of my lawyers. It was in the contract.
Now I was faced with the thought that there would be no more Iced Caps until next Friday.
Luckily, on Saturday night I was showering and suddenly the water quit. There I was, soaking wet. My hair chock full of conditioner.
The second thing I did was slip and slide my way through deep snow to scoop up a pail of river water. It would be our emergency water source.
The next thing I did was get an old fuse box from the woodshed and replace the broken one with this old semi-broken one. Now our water ran and then stopped running and then ran again. On and off. On and off.
On Sunday I tried to get a new fuse box. No luck. So I went hiking on the Red Island trail.
I think I need a beer.