My rational brain is still working well even though my emotional brain is broken. Wednesday night I went to bed, happy to be sliding onto my nice soft mattress and covering myself with my nice and heavy duvet. I was in heaven, and then, as I drifted off to sleep, I suddenly remembered that I had not turned off my generator after the power failure. I got up, wrote myself a note and left it on my keyboard, and went back to bed.
Yesterday morning I was up early, found my note, and sure enough, I was correct. I had not turned it off, so I did. Wednesday night was a wet one, I heard the rain falling all night. We’ve had a lot of rain these past few days. It seems like Summer was a long time ago. But yesterday, I transplanted a small plant and discovered that the soil is still bone dry a just a few inches deep. I did not know it took so much rain to soak the soil.
Shebie was reluctant to go out and pee because it was so wet, but I got her out so that I could leave her home when I went to my 8:00 am dental. Hygienist appointment—my only duty of the day.
This indoor life ain’t so bad, but I’m glad good weather is coming tomorrow. But the indoor life has me so easily able to maintain order in the house. It is so easy to keep things clean and tidy in the wet weather and I appreciate coming into a clean and tidy house and sleeping in more frequently cleaned bedding. The only thing I miss is the forest fragrance that infuses my bed. Linen when I dry it outside.
Well, no further proof is needed! When I went to the dentist, for the first time ever, after going to them for eight years, I was fluent with everyone there: the receptionist, the hygienist and the doctor, and the doctor was amazed. I adore my dentist. She is startlingly good at everything, and I was moved by her bringing up how my speech has improved. I teared up crediting Dr. Shoja.
I came home, fetched Sheba, and went to the police station to report a car that is parked on the road on a corner of our street. It forces cars and bicyclists going in both directions to go to the same side of the road. I wasn’t keen to be a complainer, but it’s not safe, and although I had problems, I spoke with the receptionist and got through the whole interview—including saying my name, which is the hardest thing for stutterers to do— without using gesture or notes. A miracle has happened.
As we drove home, the skies lightened, and my spirits soared. But then we arrived home to find my neighbours across the street were using two, not one, but two fucking chain saws. I’m terrifically sound sensitive and I can easily seize when there is too much noise, so Sheba, prednisone, and I went to Elder Cedar to walk. It felt ideal to be outside.
However, while walking there was a sudden crash and an enormous branch fell out of a tree and landed right beside me. It missed me by the length of one shoe, and had it landed on my head, I think I’d be badly hurt. I was very glad I had my Apple watch and phone with me. I had to pause while a seizure took me over, but then we carried on.
I had a nice long chat with Dwight. We hadn’t talked in quite a while, so it felt very, very good to connect. He and Laura have Covid. Laura picked it up during her trip to Italy. She’s just back and Dwight got sick right away. It’s funny, but I don’t ever think about Covid. I’ve never had it because I lead such a solitary and careful life.
Today we walk with our friends and later I’ll be making the dough for the roti that I’m serving tomorrow night. It’ll rest overnight in the fridge. Other than that, I shall hope for the nice afternoon that is predicted ahead of nice days for the coming week.
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