I don’t believe anything anymore.
I rarely believe what I hear, what I read, or what other people tell me. I barely believe the things I see with my own eyes. Life is saner this way, and I’m growing comfortable with not knowing.
I got an extended, albeit unintended, exercise in “not knowing” these past few weeks when our internet connection was wiped out. For about a week the temperature here rose to 40F degrees causing the massive snow and ice dams on our roof to begin to slide.
And slide…
Crashing down, the snow took out our dish, every snow dam John had installed last spring above the doors and roof vents, and our “experimental” gutters, too.
The trellis suffered a crack as well, when a large sheet of ice slid onto it suddenly. The rest we chopped into smaller bits from below with a shovel as it slid, saving the trellis. A risky but worthwhile operation, it turns out.
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