In Which I Go Off the Rails

When A. bought me this shiny new laptop--which was three years ago, and so it is of course now a decrepit old laptop on which there is an extra wireless keyboard because some of the keys on the laptop itself broke and it always has to be plugged in because the battery is shot, both of which would have cost more to fix than this computer is worth, and so there you have the longest dash-enclosed aside EVER, GOOD JOB, KRISTIN--I vowed I would be better about organizing and deleting photos from it.

You can probably guess how well that went.

If you still have some faith in my vow follow-through (thank you for your misplaced optimism), I will now dash it by telling you that I just grabbed this photo from my laptop folder. It's from almost exactly a year ago:

Off to tap some trees.

I could take almost that exact same photo now--snow, boy in that same coat and all--except for the fact that there is no way we're going to be tapping any trees in the near future. The forecast laughs at our attempts to find a stretch of weather in the next month in which the highs will be the forties and the lows will be below freezing (that's what makes maple trees run). There's nothing but winter to be seen for the next several weeks.

On the upside, that means A. might actually get a chance to take Cubby ice fishing this winter. With Mr. Jason, of course. They want to fish for burbot. Don't know what burbot is? Yeah, no one else does, either. It's a type of freshwater cod that apparently tastes something like lobster.

If they catch one, I'll let you know how optimistic that comparison is.

And in the meantime, perhaps I should use this housebound winter weather as an opportunity to get control of the photo situation on my laptop.

Or maybe I'll just sit by the fire and read a book. That sounds better.