I like my old bottles. I like them better filled with water and delicate flowers, then with ice. I was doing a little cleanup on the porch before the storm yesterday and caught sight of these three. I had forgotten to drain the water from them, and I almost had a small disaster on my hands. Is there such a thing as a little disaster? Anyway, I would not have been a happy man. Little mistakes like this often drive me crazy these days. I often can handle big screw-ups more easily than the little things. What's up with that?