I could write about woodstove shopping and chimney repair estimates. Or the coating of snow outside my windows the day before Spring. I could write about car repairs and a kitchen stove that is acting strange, and what its like to scrub kreosote off of hearth stone. I could write about any or all of the little details that make up my life these days.
But instead, I'll write about the kids who have an amazing ability of honing in on any visiting person who has an iphone in their possession. The kids who ask often when THEY will be able to get an iphone (the usual answer is a snort of laughter and a lecture about cell towers and dead zones and what iphones are really for). For some reason, these children have been gifted with a sense of optimism that enables them to forget aforementioned lectures as soon as a new iphone enters the room.