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As a kid, I always got a Farmer’s Almanac in my stocking. I looked forward to reading the weather and crop predictions, along with the quirky stories and jokes. I’m not sure if it’s nostalgia that drives me to purchase the current edition every year, or if it’s my inner nerd wanting to know what might happen in the coming year. 

Yesterday, when I picked up the folks to return their old iPhones, Dad found these tin snips laying in flower bed by the billiards room. They were full of rust, and looked pretty bleak.

Today, I used a wire brush to remove the loose rust, then soak them in naval jelly for an hour. A rinse, and some 3-in-1 oil brought them back to life.

Maybe there’s a metaphor in that story. Maybe I just wanted to play with chemicals. I’m not sure.

Met the folks at 1pm today. Had to park in back, because there were no open spots in the front. Helped the folks reset & wipe their phones for trade-in credit. So that was fun.

This is the stairwell by the folks’ apartment. I’m not sure why but the lighting in stairwell caught my attention. Maybe because of all the gray tones. Gray walls. Gray carpet. Gray skies outside today and a gray mood.

The weather nerds are hyped about the bomb cyclone that formed off the coast of Washington state. And, they’re pretty certain that it will produce an atmospheric river here in Northern California. Rain all week, according to the forecast. 

Not sure if I’m thankful for all the things. Let’s be honest. There’s a lot of horrible things happening in the world and I’m unsure how I can find a way to be thankful without seeming like a selfish asshole.