We are racing against time, Mrs. That Dan Guy and I…

Well, not so much racing as we are waiting. With bated breath.

We plan to take our gazebo down this weekend, because the weather forecasts are suggesting higher temperatures. Even though every morning here lately feels like we’re living in a refrigerator in Tuktyuktuk, the prognosticators feel that we will see temperatures above frostbite levels on Saturday. Easy for them to say, from their climate-controlled studios!

If it snows before that, our gazebo is doomed. It has a cloth (some sort of tenty-type material) roof, which probably was never intended to survive a Canadian snowfall. Heck, it barely survives a Canadian drizzle. But we love it, at least until we can replace it with a four season version we’ve seen at the local Home Depot. Then, it will be retired, to languish along with other treasures of the past – like our (vinyl) picnic tablecloth, or our deep sea fishing poles. Not much deep sea fishing to be had in the middle of the Canadian prairies…

We also hope to put up our Christmas tree lights this weekend, before our driveway has 10 feet of snow on it. I’d wait until December, but the elk graze in our driveway when it gets that cold outside. I’m just plain tired of whipping surly elk with strings of Xmas tree lights…

Hey, I’ll be using a very special ladder to hang those lights. Yesterday’s column was online, and it is Part One of my ladder purchase saga. Check it out:

http://www.eventpub.com/stories.php?id=141023

Chow for now!!