A Needle in My Mouth

I was late posting yesterday because I was Zooming with my UK stuttering group. By the end of the session, I was having trouble hearing people because the sound of rain, and I’m talking Biblical levels of it, created such a thundering sound. It was dark and the rain was just teeming down. Once the call was done, I went out to get more wood for the fire. It was clear that we were going to be staying indoors for quite a while.

I checked out my supply of gas when I went into the shed for wood. There was no wind when I went out, but heavy winds were predicted in a government storm warning bulletin, so I feared a power failure, and I wanted to make sure that I had enough gas to run the generator to keep the fridge cold and to let me watch movies.

Nancy recommended a detective series by Simon Mason, so I went to my cheap book website and ordered three of the books in the series, and I ordered the fourth one from Amazon. It comes out in January. I’m hoping they engage me and that reading becomes a passion again. I’ve been struggling to read; I blame FND for my inability to concentrate.

The deafening rainstorm lightened up not too long past 13:00. Thank God! But it was still raining with vigour. I served everyone lunch right after my Zoom call, and then I headed for the chaise to watch YouTube videos until there was a break in the rain so that I could walk Her Highness without getting soaked.

We walked at noon, and that was it for the day because heavy rains returned in the afternoon. Sigh. But I thrive in solitude, and I can’t believe how great it feels to be completely free of responsibilities. My one day a week indulgence, My Day, is moot in Winter. Every day feels like my day because there’s no watering, no pruning, weeding, transplanting. Yes, there’s vacuuming. I must do it every day because of Fir needles everywhere. But it’s over in no time and the rest of the day is mine.

AT 19:00, I went outside for wood, and the sky was ablaze with stars. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen. It will, therefore, get cold tonight if the sky stays clear. We’re in for some sunny periods over the next three days, so no more downpours for a while. 

Last night, I watched the news. It was the first time I’d watched The National in ages and the only reason that I watched it was because I wasn’t tired last night. And how glad I am that I watched it! I learned that Conservative MP Matt Jeneroux resigned. The political panel that they have every Thursday night consisting of Chantal Hébert, Andrew Coyne, Althea Raj and host Rosemary Barton, were all pretty much predicting that pissy little Pierre is doomed. They said Mr. Jeneroux intended to cross the floor, but he was bullied by Pierre’s goons into resigning instead. And this morning, social media is buzzing about the demise of the demonic little prick Pierre. That news, plus the outcomes of the elections in the US being so favourable for Democrats, is wonderfully uplifting.

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The sky is clear this morning, and it’s cold. Sheba has an appointment at the beauty parlour this morning, so we will walk early together and not with our friends as we normally would be doing on Friday morning. And the rest of the day will be spent puttering and, maybe, doing some work outside. I’m keen to clear the Fir needles from the deck and part of the courtyard where I walk to fetch wood so that I don’t track so many needles into the house.

How bad is the in-house needle situation? This morning, there was one in my mouth, probably because Sheba lies in needles in the backyard and brings them into the house and onto my bed when she goes there to sleep. My red living room carpet is brown with needles because I couldn’t be bothered to vacuum for ONE day. (I vacuumed this morning.)