|Not looking any too comfortable…or happy…a cardinal hunkers |
against this morning spitting snow, awaiting his turn at the feeder.
We knew they couldn't last, those unseasonable days hovering near the 60˚F mark we'd lately been enjoying. They were simply February's unseasonable gift, a foretaste of what we might—might!—more reasonably expect toward the end of March. So when yesterday's cold rain turned to a hard-driving sleet, and later still to a bit of icy snow, only the hopelessly optimistic were surprised. This morning it's 22˚F with the day's expected high around 30˚F; obviously, winter is back to being winter, at least for a few more weeks.
Yesterday morning, fellow father-in-law Rich came over to redo the shower/bathtub plumbing, replacing a mixing unit that had lately picked up speed in its leaking. I'm useless when it comes to plumbing, as I am in many things of a practical nature. Rich is a first-rate engineer, who'd just returned Friday from months of government-contract work in Florida, building and calibrating a platform for testing jet engine fuel systems.
As it often does with these "little' home maintenance chores, the job turned out to be bigger, more difficult, and costlier than first thought. Walls hide many secrets, and one thing always leads to another. Not quite to the point where we have to remodel the entire bathroom—but close. Rich worked until almost midnight, when I made him quite and go home. It will take at least a few more days to finish the not-little-at-all repair.
I now feel bad about roping Rich into a family-favor job almost before he'd unpacked his suitcases—though I thank God for a friend and family member with a generous heart who knows how to sweat-solder a joint in copper tubing. Still, from Rich's point of view, getting ensnared in such a plumbing nightmare, plus snowed and sleeted on after months in warm and sunny Florida, couldn't be the sort of "welcome home" he expected.