– I woke up too early today. 5:45? Was the time when I’d finally admitted defeat, got out of bed, and made pre-breakfast. I’d been awake for over an hour at that point. I’d usually be able to fall back to sleep that early, but my brain was restless and my belly was hungry. So toast and tea it was, to tide me over until a sensible breakfasting time.
– I’ve been feeling very nostalgic all morning. I think it’s partly the weather; it cooled down overnight and there was a rain shower shortly after I got up, yet it’s partly sunny at the moment. That’s pretty much perfect, in my book. But for some reason it’s got me thinking about summers spent in La Crosse during college. And B&Bs in the Lake District.
– I can see a squirrel drinking from a puddle right now.
– Yesterday, during our 50mph gusts of wind, the storm door at the back of my house was ripped open (it never latched very well) and broke. I was able to hook it shut for the night, but I was a bit annoyed; I certainly didn’t want to spend any money on a new screen door. This morning, I solved the problem by A) removing the air pressure mechanism, which had bent out of shape and was keeping the door from closing and B) going into the basement to fetch up one of the new handles I had bought back when I first moved in. I was originally going to install them on both screen doors, but then we realized the existing ones DID have locks, after all. Now I just need to buy two (longer) screws, and the door will be usable again (and sporting a shiny new handle!). I’m feeling rather clever — and all this was before 7:00am.
– Another gem from that Minnesota book: ‘Never was a city laid out so badly as St. Paul. The plat of the town with its numerous additions looks as if some accident had knocked all the streets into pi. Measures should be taken immediately to straighten and reform them as far as practicable, before it is too late.’ The Minnesota Democrat Weekly, Sept. 30 1851
Oops, looks like that never made it on the to-do list. I’ll admit, it’s funnier if you’ve been to St Paul. And live in Minneapolis.
It’s laid out crazy, and what’s with their signs? Honestly, St Paul is just weird. (Unless you’re from abroad like me in which case it’s almost impossible to understand what Minneapolitans are grumbling about.)
Hope you get some quality sleep tonight. You can dream about ice cream from the soda fountain on Pearl Street, in (historic) downtown La Crosse.