This scene above is from the southwest coast of England depicts a "superior mirage." It's a type of optical illusion that appears under particular weather conditions. When there's a layer of cold air on top of a layer of warm air, light refracted through it distorts.
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Monday had such an incredible beginning. I heard from Lee, giving me contact to my half-brother, before dawn. What a start to a day—a day that became bright and sunny!
I went dog walking with my little group and then came home to stack wood. As I worked, I pondered my good fortune at meeting the Gordon family. To feel, from these “strangers,” so much enthusiasm and warmth astounds me. My parents never ever expressed enthusiasm for me; I can’t get over being desired by family.
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And more good news: Gabriola is going to host an immunisation clinic for everyone, regardless of age. Island Health will be sending a team to our island to inoculate every adult in consecutive day-long clinics until we are all vaccinated. That is fact; I read it on the Island Health website. Rumour has it on the island, that this will occur this month or next.
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It actually felt good to be back toting and stacking wood. At the relaxed pace of doing the last two cords, it is pleasant work. With each load, I was closer to finishing and moving on to re-seeding the front lawn—my next project. It’s so, so wonderful to be spending my days outdoors—plus I’m reading a great book, tolerating my new drugs and so, so happy to be a member of the Gordon family.
I did ten wheelbarrows full, did some shopping and then came home and did ten more barrows full. Then it was time for a spa and then a relaxing evening by the fire. I’ve reconfigured my living room, yet again, and each time it gets more and more comfortable and cozy.
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It didn’t rain last night, and the day has dawned with promise of decent weather, so I’ll walk Her Highness and get back to my toting and stacking. I might get close to finishing with the wood but I’ve lots of time to do it so I won’t push myself.
I’m in very good spirits because last night I could feel the headache that had been bothering me for over a week, melt away. I’d had a persistent (but mild) pain in the back of my head; I was afraid it was becoming a permanent issue for me, but it disbursed last night and for the first time since the weekend before last, I woke up with absolutely no head pain this morning. It’s a huge relief.
As I lay in bed last night, I realized how anxious I’m becoming about meeting people from the Gordon family because I can’t see myself going through such an emotional experience fluently or without having a seizure—and what a nasty way to present myself. So, last night I was pondering how I might best experience meeting Paul Robertson or my half-brother for the first time.
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This morning, I wrote to Brenda Gordon. She is married to Paul, my half-brother. It was weird writing to strangers asking them to accept me and allow me to get to know them and their sister, Sue. I did the best I could, being careful to include that should they want me to get lost, I would. But now I am waiting for her response, hoping that she’ll be open to my request. There’s no guidebook for such an enterprise. More to come …
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