The iron-capade of ’15

This, unfortunately, is a true story.

It was time to do my weekly ironing. I went into the washroom and got the ironing board out and set it up in the living room.   I then went back to get the iron. No iron.

“Well, that’s the doggonedest darndest thing,” I said in not so many words. “Where can it be?”

Our wash machine keeps walking and it just had an episode last week where it tried to walk away.   This has been the cause for thing to get knocked off the shelf by the dryer (see detergent escapade). But if the iron fell it would have had to leap over the row of items next to it. Not a possibility though I looked several times.

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My trip to Vernal

I drove to Vernal this weekend. The sky was a deep blue with hardly a cloud to mar the rich hue. The sun did its best to shine at full capacity despite the January chill. It was a lovely day. At least for the first 80 or so miles. When I approached the top of the switchbacks the valley below was filled with fog. From that vantage point, the view truly was remarkable.

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