Rain Shower!

What’s that noise, I wondered this morning at 5:30. It was a sprinkling of rain falling on my tin roof, and soon it turned into real rain. It’s something we needed, so I was happy—particularly because I could see blue sky in the west that suggested the day would not be a complete washout—and that’s good because yesterday was a write off.

I did absolutely no work on Sunday; the weather didn’t inspire me. Instead, I frittered away the day after the big dog walk. Keith, my neighbour, dropped by with some pot plants for me to grow and we wound up talking for quite a while.

The best part of the day was watching the Inspiration Awards (for Indigenous people) on the Aboriginal Network. I was weeping all the time and then euphoric watching Jeremy Dutcher. (I bought his album a while back without knowing he was Canadian or Aboriginal and I absolutely love it.)

I really hope Aboriginal people wind up controlling the new and morally compromised oil pipeline. What a great way to make the project more palatable for all of us.

Above are photos of some of the Salal leaves I’ve been collection with which I intend to make a decorative wreath. They’re not normal leaves; they have, I think, some kind of disease—perhaps a parasite—that produces the brilliant colour and almost celestial “starry” look.

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Today I hope to be back at work, weather permitting. After a day off, I’m keen to get back to work. I’ve a new incentive.

Virtually all my life I weighted 77 kilos. When my mental health collapsed, I started eating more sweets and my love of long distance walking abruptly ended. And then, since I moved here, I’ve been using sweets to reward myself for the endless work involved with improving the yard here. My weight ballooned to 90 kilos.

Well yesterday I noticed my stomach had shrunk; I’m down to 84 kilos! I’m really happy about that. And by the time I finish this work, I may be able to get my weight down to 80 kilos. 

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Six weeks today, my ex and his partner arrive to stay for five days. 

I’ve known he’s coming for months and I think about it every day. His impending visit has been a part of my every action this year. I am over-the-moon excited he’s coming.

I’m not in love with him. I’m not excited because I want him back or anything like that; He’s just very special to me. His family was my first experience with belonging. His sister and her husband are coming here too, when Steve’s here. We’re having a mini reunion.