Sarah looked out the window, “Yup it’s still there.”
Sure enough when I looked, the chair was still was still sitting on the pond. Any day now the pond would melt and drop the chair in. It was getting close to the date I’d picked for the melt.
See, a bunch of us that hang around the volunteer fire-house have this pool. A dollar a day on the calendar and the person who picks the day the chair drops wins half the pool, the other half goes to help stock the kitchen.
It’s not much, but this year the firehouse cook is hoping to get a new griddle, all the volunteers like the pancakes Charlie makes on Sunday mornings.