Today is rainy, foggy, and cold. The wind off the Lake has an edge to it. I've closed the sliding glass door. Sounds of a motorboat engine are heard through the fog. I wouldn't be out there, but somebody is. The water saga continues; today, they are pumping all day at Bill's well next to his house and checking water levels of our well and the one off his road near the red Tori. Testing the resilience of the aquafer. The Lutomski's are about to come over for drinks and dinner; how easy it is to drift into a life-style "where the living is easy." Days ahead will be more like the one pictured, than the one I am presently experiencing.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
When things are not seen
Today is rainy, foggy, and cold. The wind off the Lake has an edge to it. I've closed the sliding glass door. Sounds of a motorboat engine are heard through the fog. I wouldn't be out there, but somebody is. The water saga continues; today, they are pumping all day at Bill's well next to his house and checking water levels of our well and the one off his road near the red Tori. Testing the resilience of the aquafer. The Lutomski's are about to come over for drinks and dinner; how easy it is to drift into a life-style "where the living is easy." Days ahead will be more like the one pictured, than the one I am presently experiencing.
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