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The Friday Post

Ahhh, Camelot.

(If that means nothing to you, hasten ye to rent the Camelot DVD. Richard Harris, Vanessa Redgrave, Franco Nero…just do it.)

This previous week, the weather wrought much difficulty. The mud, in which my car has been stuck not once, but twice–in our own freshly graveled driveway.

The wind, which took down our beloved ArroyoNet–and which, though we patched it as best we could (including several sojourns to the roof antenna), has never been the same. No more phone, and basic email and browsing are not to be taken for granted.

(Comcast continues to be a FAIL. A persistent one.)

The ice, which freezes the yard gate closed on a daily basis no matter how many times I chip it free–there’s trenching to be done, but not until the ground thaws.

The cold, which froze someone else’s water line in our tiny community well system and took out our water, killing the fridge icemaker and the water filter.

And then, of course, the settling of disturbed ground, which created Duncan’s sink hole and sent him on his rough tumble.

So yeah…that’s been the weather, these weeks after we moved in.

But one morning last week?

Ahh… Camelot.

For one bright shining moment…