Silly me, I thought the road to Solar Hell had finally made a turn off back into the highways of everyday life. Nope. I was sooooo wrong. It was only a detour while the wood workshop was being built. I should have known with the solar popcan heater and solar water heater beside the first contraption perched on its roof. Looking out the back window is like looking at beacon for the UFOs to make contact. That with the flickering solar garden lights in the middle of winter, we should definitely be making conversation with Venus by mid-January.
Sitting on our antique dining room table, on top of the antique tapestry is a huge solar panel. Its lovely. Its big and black. Its the neon blinking sign that tells me, the detour is over and now I'm back on the road to Solar Hell. What fun! There was another little device thingy too that my mind went blank on as Hubby tried to explain what it was for. Something to do with the monitoring of the power, any way its all a blur as we speed along.
Artist wasn't home to lend her sympathetic ear (while she eyes up what Hubby is doing). I think I'll go to my mother's. I can drown my sorrows in home-made granola and a coffee. Mom should make things better, mind you this was the woman who wanted to give her husband a solar pop can heater kit for Christmas. At least there will be granola to console myself with.
2 comments:
Hey I am in line for solar next, my little house will be nice and cozy thanks to your hubbie.
Artist
Could we have some pics of the alien contact thingumajig? It all sounds fascinating:))
ailly (verification word) - I haven't been feeling well. I think I'm a bit ailly.
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