It’s a shame
that the loss of power and the noise of the generator dominated my thoughts right
after the storm because this island park in which I live has never looked so
beautiful as it does now. The snow in the trees and the deep blue of the sky
create a beauty that is unendingly uplifting.
With the power
back and quiet restored, the beauty of this place overwhelms me. The snow is
packed where I have been walking making Pinecone
Park truly look like a ski resort; the snowshoes on my log cabin walls go a
long way to help create that feeling.
There’s been no
melting so the snow has stayed in the trees. And more snow is predicted
tomorrow, then rain and warmer temperatures.
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The porch is
thrilling me. It looks better each day. I can see myself in it come summer: Me
and the pets on comfy furniture, drinks on the coffee table, a swivel fan
keeping us cool and lots of plants and snacks; the hammock up in the trees
nearby and the cool tub right outside the door.
Today it’s -1°!
But I can imagine what a wonderful summer asset it’s going to be. Fred and
Ethel are going to love it!
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Darrell is going
to make me a bespoke extension cord — a heavy cable to carry power from the
generator (relocated to the sauna building) to a duplex outside my dining room
door. Then I’ll use my huge collection of extension cords to connect the box to
my essential appliances, popping them through the cat door. (The whole idea is
Darrell’s , including using the sauna for the generator.)
Not only that,
he’s going to build me a handrail and steps to make it easier to get in and out
of the hot tub. You have to be a member of Cirque
du Soleil right now to get in. Entrance and exit involves showing God your
place where the sun don’t shine.
Today my
beautiful “found” door gets framed into the porch. It excites me to get up
every day when Darrell is working and I get to see change.
As I’ve said:
Darrell is a saint.
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Dianne and DR
have cancelled their visit. Sadly, DR is sick. They were due tomorrow to stay
‘till the weekend but we’ll have more fun when they come further into Spring
and when there is not a foot of snow on the ground.
However, my
friend Rob is coming to visit next week. We set the date yesterday and reserved
tickets on the seaplane.
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Dr. Shoja cancelled
our March 13th appointment. Two years of help are coming to an end. It’s good
but I’m sad to say goodbye. I feel it’s mission completed not accomplished.
I hoped, and I
think Dr. Shoja may even have believed, that my stutter might stop — not
forever but for “the majority of my living experience.” I think she thought the
seizures would stop, too. I still have faith that the seizures will stop –
that’s why I stay home. But I have lost faith that my stutter will disappear.
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Yesterday I
went to the hardware store and asked for some help. The woman told me where to
go — as in where to find lanterns. To my delight and surprise, she followed me
and when she started speaking again I blurted out unfiltered: “Est-ce un accent
français que tu as?”
With delight,
she said: “Mais oui. Quebecoise.” And off we went. I don’t think I’ve ever
spoken French so comfortably. I’m talking here of something other than fluency;
I felt so at ease speaking to her and I never stuttered once.
We talked for a
while — all utilitarian — and then I switched to English to show her how hard
speaking in English is for me.
She said: “C'est
un plaisir de parler ma propre langue, monsieur. Je te remercie.”
Win: Win.
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