Friday, November 20, 2020

Party for One

Thursday was nice and bright. Regardless, I spent the day indoors except for dog walks and errands. It felt very good to get the car tuned up.

As the day passed, it got darker and felt cool and damp. It didn’t rain, but it was another best spent fireside. Kevin, my neighbour whom I like a lot, came by for a chat as he often does. I learn a lot about island life from him and he betrays an affection for me; he often notices things that could be done and offers to help me to them.

It was quiet in the afternoon. My new neighbours are on site. The renters have gone and now Merrill and Leo, the owners, are moving in and fixing up the place.

In the evening, I threw myself a party when I discovered that The Personal History of David Copperfield was rentable on Apple TV. I’ve been wanting to see it for ages. I adore Dev Patel and Charles Dickens, so I made myself some treats to enjoy whilst watching it. I had a great night, but the movie wasn’t all that great.

I’m relieved to read such good news about the vaccine concurrent with some astonishing news about infection rates and hospital admissions. The authority with which some local assholes write about the pandemic in our local newspaper is shocking.

This morning begins with a dog walk with my little group. It poured last night, so the ground is drenched, but the sky in not as ominous as it’s been of late.

I can’t believe it’s almost the end of November and that soon, another Season of Disappointments will be upon us. I hated Christmas when I lived with the Tyrell’s; it seemed to force awareness of how barren was our life. Last year, I found myself liking some of the music for the first time, and I think it was due to my living in a log home and having a big fire and the view of trees—even wild Holly—and Ivy, through every window.

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