It was 4:55 this afternoon when I learned how nice it was outside. It was 67 degrees. How did I miss that? Also, why did the 67 outdoor degrees feel warmer than the 67 degrees inside where I was sitting and freezing? Another of life's everyday mysteries.
Without dogs, I have a dozen fewer daily reasons to be outside in the yard, so it's not really a surprise why I'm rarely outside. Today it was a knock on the door at dusk that gave me a heart attack and had me poking my nose outside. I was busy cleaning out duplicate files on the department shared drive and the rap on the glass storm door startled me. Most of the time, a rare knock on the back door is from someone from the house next door, and I bolted out of my chair, expecting to see neighbor K or another familiar face. Nope. It was a guy with a clipboard.
Clipboard guy wanted to talk to me about solar in the near-dark. Again. He seemed a bit surprised I didn’t remember him from the last time he bothered me with this, like maybe he thought I'd been waiting and hoping for his return or that he is the only clipboard bearer disturbing my peace and quiet to try and sell me stuff I don’t want.
I told clipboard guy the same thing I told him the last time and what I tell everyone trying
to sell me solar. The panels are hideous, but when the technology advances
to being built into the usual styles of roofing shingles, I would feel differently about it. Also, my average electric bill is low enough that it would take forever and a day to
recoup the cost. What was not said is that my house needs a whole hell of a lot of other things before dumping money into solar panels. He told me that “pretty soon, everyone will be solar,” as if
he thinks I’m some little sheep that follows the crowd. I said, “well, I’m old,
I’ll probably be dead by then.” He finally went away. I
suspect he’ll be back.
After work, I heated up some of yesterday's soup. The tortellini had absorbed
some of the broth since yesterday, so water and leftover spaghetti sauce
from the freezer were added, along with some sliced mushrooms. It was
delicious and different from the day before. Soup is fun to play with.
New trio of dance skirts! |
The traffic was light tonight, so the ride was
easy. And as always happens, I was glad to be in class once I was there. Dance
is always fun, and I got to wear the new blue and purple skirt that arrived last week as
part of a three skirt random bundle from the same company that made my troupe performance 25-yard skirts.
My reluctance to leave the house is almost never about the
destination and almost always about the transportation. If we had the personal jet
packs and flying cars we were told we might have in the year 2000 by my elementary
school teachers, I might like commuting more.
Perhaps the best part of being gone for three hours tonight was that I wasn’t
stressed out and staring at the TV and the election news. Never have I been as
nervous about an election as I have been about this one.