Sunday, May 8, 2011
Stronger than dirt.
This morning I woke up intending to spend much of the day at the Reifel Bird Sanctuary, because we are presently in the thickest of the thick of spring migration.
Shazzam! I was at the hardware store, selecting a power washer. I picked the yellow one.
I used the "Quick Start-up" sheet to figure out how to attach what to what. Yes, it was as easy as setting up a new computer, except computers don't come with fussy washers. There was a line at the bottom of the "Quick Start-up" sheet that said something about reading the whole instruction manual before using the device. As if.
I intended merely to give it a test drive, see what it could do. Later on, in a couple of weeks, after migration had petered out, I would dress appropriately, rainsuit and boots and goggles.... I turned it on. Ho ho.
Two hours later our house gleamed as if it had been to the dentist, our patio was spotless (and partially submerged), and I was soaked and covered head to foot with black speckly gunk.
Speaking as someone who is a recent Disneyland survivor, it was definitely more fun than Disneyland.
If there were a way to combine power washing with birding...
Alas. I can't think of a way of combining power washing with birding that the birds would enjoy too.