The Summer Dacha

The flight from Moscow was uneventful and as pleasant as a ten-hour trip in Cattle Class can be. The only fly in the ointment was a four-hour delay getting out of Dulles due to a combination of summer thunderstorms and a sick fellow traveller who had to be taken off the plane.

I don't know the details on the passenger, except to say

1. He looked pale and sweaty when he walked off the plane under his own steam, and

2. When Ground Crew Dude was talking to the Flight Attendant about whether the guy's oxygen mask needed to be replaced, GCD said, "Did he puke in it?" and FA replied, "No . . . just sweated a lot." 

But we made it. And so did our bags.

I left a certain amount of stuff for myself here, so it has been a pleasant surprise discovering various items of clothing I forgot I owned.

Today, I went to a Pilates class this morning with Cool SIL. I was a little disappointed at first when I saw it was only 30 minutes. But now I can tell you that 30 minutes was plenty, thank you very much. I'm going to try to do this three times a week.

Got home in time to meet the Roof Guy, who was here to explain to me all about what may be causing the leak in the ceiling of the Big Bedroom. Seems the short answer is "I need a cricket," which is a bit of construction to deflect rainwater from the side of the chimney. Unfortunately, Roof Dude doesn't do this sort of work, but he promised to try to find someone he could refer.

Oh, and according to him, the fireplace is in working order. "I would use it," he said.

That's very good news.

Now the Akron branch of the Tribe is due this afternoon. So I'm off to provision now. More later, I suppose.