Saturday, January 9, 2021

Some—A Little–Sunshine

Today, I have a duty I abhor: Dealing with my generator. I’m just not into machines! They intimidate me. And this f**ker never starts. Trying to get it going sounded like I was draining the battery, so I attached a trickle charger with no expectation that doing so would make any difference. Then I took Sheba to the park.

When I got back I tried again, and it worked. You have no idea how relieved I felt. I was demoralized about my rural life there for a bit. But confidence has returned. I need both confidence and a working generator to live here through Winter, so all is good.

Yesterday afternoon was sunny and clear. Walking with Her Highness was pure joy. I didn’t want our walk to stop. Sunshine really lifts my spirits! I came home so, so happy, and then with the generator going, I was set for a decent evening in front of the television.

During the day, I read—my go-to time waster.

Early, early this morning, I had so much pain in my back that I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been up since three am. I lit the fire and took Ibuprofen (God bless pain-relieving pharmaceuticals!) and got relief. Thank God. Lately, it’s been one thing after another making me feel shitty. 

But the ideal antidote arrived to make my Saturday tolerable: Light. It’s cloudy, but bright, and there are areas of blue sky. It’s enough to give me home that Sheba and I’ll be outside a lot today. Across the straight I see sunshine on the snow-capped mountains up Whistler way. The view of sunshine is enough to make my spirit soar.

And today, I’m making a huge batch of Mulligatawny soup— a favourite. As with many things I’ve made of late, I’m subbing things because our only grocery store is still sporadically void of things (like Celery).

Archeologists repair floor damaged by
an earthquake in Turkey.

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