Today, I have a duty I abhor: Dealing with my generator. I’m just not into machines! They intimidate me. And this f**ker never starts. Trying to get it going sounded like I was draining the battery, so I attached a trickle charger with no expectation that doing so would make any difference. Then I took Sheba to the park.
When I got back I tried again, and it worked. You have no idea how relieved I felt. I was demoralized about my rural life there for a bit. But confidence has returned. I need both confidence and a working generator to live here through Winter, so all is good.
Yesterday afternoon was sunny and clear. Walking with Her Highness was pure joy. I didn’t want our walk to stop. Sunshine really lifts my spirits! I came home so, so happy, and then with the generator going, I was set for a decent evening in front of the television.
During the day, I read—my go-to time waster.
Early, early this morning, I had so much pain in my back that I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been up since three am. I lit the fire and took Ibuprofen (God bless pain-relieving pharmaceuticals!) and got relief. Thank God. Lately, it’s been one thing after another making me feel shitty.
But the ideal antidote arrived to make my Saturday tolerable: Light. It’s cloudy, but bright, and there are areas of blue sky. It’s enough to give me home that Sheba and I’ll be outside a lot today. Across the straight I see sunshine on the snow-capped mountains up Whistler way. The view of sunshine is enough to make my spirit soar.
And today, I’m making a huge batch of Mulligatawny soup— a favourite. As with many things I’ve made of late, I’m subbing things because our only grocery store is still sporadically void of things (like Celery).
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