besides the autumn poets sing
besides the autumn poets sing,
a few prosaic days,
a little this side of the snow
and that side of the haze -
a few incisive mornings -
a few ascetic eves -
gone - mr. bryant's "golden rod" -
and mr. thomson's "sheaves."
still, is the bustle in the brook -
sealed are the spicy valves -
mesmeric fingers softly touch
the eyes of many elves -
perhaps a squirrel may remain -
my sentiments to share -
grant me, o Lord, a sunny mind -
thy windy will to bear!
by emily dickinson (1830 - 1886)
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i sat with the zoom church service by myself this morning as chanda was at work and greg had walked to home depot to buy a toilet auger. our toilet got very clogged yesterday and plunging it wasn't working. we even had watched videos on youtube to make sure our plunging technique was correct, and also to see if there were any other tricks we could do to help (we added some dish soap and warm water to try and break things up . . ) we also had borrowed my friend janet's accordian plunger, hoping that might do the trick. janet finally suggested that we should get an auger and she shared a link to a ten dollar one at home depot. so off greg went this morning . . and then wore himself out augering and plunging, plunging and augering . . adding more dish soap . . and plunging again. he finally gave up and said we would have to put in a service ticket tomorrow morning with our coop, but i insisted that chanda take a turn, so greg explained to her how to work the auger. her augering style was so brisk that i worried she'd break a pipe, but the only thing she broke was the clog which made greg very happy and made me dance around the room. greg had been ruminating on the wonders of modern plumbing and how dependent we are on it, and well . . all i can say is that it's wonderful to have a working commode again.
