Tuesday night just past 9:30, the power went out, so I went to bed. We had quite a storm Tuesday night. There was lots of wind and an ocean of rain. Wednesday morning required a cold breakfast, no shower and peeing outside, and then, because there was a break in the rain, Sheba and I went for our morning walk early. The walks are killing me. I get so winded!
I came home and got the generator going so that I could plug in the refrigerator and keep all food from spoiling. I tried to get the Internet going as well, but Shaw was down and so there was no knowing when the outage would be repaired. Then, unable to do my errands, I sat down wearing my strap-on reading light that goes around my head, and I read more of Richard Osman.
The power came on at 10:00 am, so then I got to work on the many, many errands needing doing. I fixed a shelf that I recently bought but is kind of useless, vacuumed thoroughly (it had been a few days), dusted all. My shelves (!), lit a roaring fire as another wave of torrential rain moved overhead. I washed blankets, put all the extension cords away that I used to bring power from the generator into the house, and rested as required. I got lots done and was happy to have order restored at Pinecone Park.
After a brief rest at 2:00, I took the food scraps out to add to the compost, sorted some recycling stuff, and took things from the house to live in the studio for the Winter. I was on the move from 6:00 am until 5:00 pm. Pinecone Park was shining by the time I was ready to go for Sheba’s afternoon walk. We bolted to get our walk done between downpours but failed. I turned around and came home because another torrential downpour opened up over us. But I was okay with it because I am no longer keen on our walks; I hate the exhaustion that comes with them.
I did more cleaning, this time under the furniture and then I noticed that the rain was slowing down, so off we went and got our afternoon walk in. It was a very, very busy day, however, my busy day was good for my soul and brain. I felt less incompetent at the end of my workday. With rests, I can maintain the house and I can still do some simple tasks in the yard. The rest I leave for Henri.
I plan on having another productive day today. I’m washing all my blankets touched by Her Highness, further work is required on my shitty shelf, and I want to touch up the floor in my bathroom that I painted last year. Plus, I plan to get a start on washing all my walls of logs. That’s one thing about log walls, the top of each long, long log gathers dust.
It looks like it’s going to be a bright inspiring day. The sky is clear and that means we’ll have two lovely slow, flat walks today.
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