Taking on the Banks

It feels so, so good to be happy again. It’s miraculous to me that although the abuse I suffered in my youth has brought on my seizures and destroyed my speech and nervous system, I have always been a relentlessly happy person. I lost that feeling for a while when this total eclipse of my speech set in, but now it’s back, and getting to live in Pinecone Park with three spectacular pets is no small part of my happiness.

I was a madman yesterday morning, getting seriously involved in domestic chores at 6:00. I vacuumed, sorted all my recycling, did laundry, cleaned the cattery, lit the fire, and got the garbage out for heading out with Her Highness. 

Also, part of my early morning also included researching how best Aidan and I might approach the problems dysfluent people have with banking institutions. My research led me to the office of the Ombudsman for Banking Services and Investments where I found lots of valuable information about customer service standards for the industry. I think I may have found our target.

Under overcast skies, and in chilly 7° air, we went walking. I’m very glad to walk when there is no rain. This Winter and Spring has been incredible. I’ve only walked once when I had to wear my rubber trousers and put a coat on Sheba. I’m glad it was dry for our walk, but I’d hoped for rain throughout the day. Instead, it got brighter in the afternoon and there were sunny periods.

I read after we all had lunch, then we went shopping and I filled the car with gas ($125!) and then we went for our afternoon walk. No emails today, I never get phone calls, and I hardly ever get mail. People used to call me very social. I suppose, in a way, I was. But it was torturing all my life. Now, I live the way, it seems, that I was meant to live. It’s what I want, but it’s weird at the same time.

Last night, I was ready for bed at 19:00, but I managed to stay up until 21:00. Fatigue has become a force in my life. I slept like I was hibernating, but what a gorgeous morning welcomed me this morning. It’s cold though (3°), and I’m sick of the cold. However, we’re in for a long dry spell and next week is going to be wonderfully warm with temperatures in the high teens. Whoopie! Next week: lots of yard work that I am very keen to do. But I’ll have to do some watering as well I imagine.

Today, we will walk with our friends, and then I am looking forward to Zooming with Aidan because I’ve done some good work recently, and I’m looking forward to talking about it with Aidan.