My friend Allen is having heart surgery today. I am anxious. He’s had so many, he says he is not worried. I hear he’s even having his wife bring his little dog to the hospital. (Punkie is also elderly and hasn’t been well.) It’s typical that Allen is more concerned about his dog than about himself.
But I am anxious.
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It’s 10° F this morning. After all my ministrations on Sunday, the paddock hydrant thawed overnight and flooded. Yesterday morning it was frozen again. Allen thinks I need a new hydrant, that the entire system should be dug up once more and replaced.
I said eagerly, “Yes, you can dig it out with a backhoe in the spring!”
Allen gave a little tired chuckle. “In the spring, sure.”