My Day (yesterday) began with a surprise: It was lovely and mild outside. We were enjoying what once was called a “Pineapple Express,” a warm wind blowing from the southwest in the Pacific, originating near Hawaii. I was happy to know that our walks yesterday would be comfortable.
I was up just before 5:00 am to do all the dishes and to light a nice big fire to warm the house for Sorin and his parents. They left here at 9:30 to catch the 9:55 ferry. I was glad that the morning was mild and the sky was brightening for their drive to Tofino. Soren does not like being restrained, so he hates the car seat. They texted me to say that they’d arrived and settled into Julien’s aunt’s house, and they were eating some of my blueberry tart.
I’m very proud of the tart. I’m over-the-moon chuffed that it was the second tart—and these are LARGE tarts—made from my own crop of berries. Moving here has made me a man of the land. I husband my flora family every day that is not a rainy day, and in the Winter, I bake and cook. It’s a perfect world.
Yesterday afternoon was sunny, but I was on the chaise recovering from two days of heavy lifting. But, oh it was fun to have a baby around. He does not stop moving. He is going to be a force to reckon with I’ll betcha. But he is also adorable. He is shockingly easy. He might have cried twice, both for only a very short time. To be held, is to be restrained, so he doesn’t cuddle. He wants to move around on the floor and make noises. He was so much fun to be with.
Eoin wrote in the morning inviting me to meet him at Elder Cedar to dog walk together at 15:00. The trail was busy, and one very large group of people with warm tropical accents who were so generously warm with us as we passed them. It was moving to feel such warmth and goodwill so powerfully and from strangers.
It wasn’t too long after getting home that I was serving dinner to everyone who eats on the floor or counter. And soon thereafter, I was on the chaise, in the evening position, always with the left foot dangling off the end or the side.
Resting before dinner, I felt strong emotions for Julie, and his family. Marleen overwhelms me. I feel like I am in the presence of a no-make up supermodel, who is such a wonderful experience to be with. I felt blessed by their visit.
But I’m sure glad it was short. I fell asleep watching television in the evening. But I stayed awake through a very lovely film called Young Hearts. The happy ending is far too happy—so happy, it made me wonder if it was a gay propaganda film without text. However, the entire movie is saved by the performance of the young protagonist. He is riveting. It’s one of the finest, most honest performances I’ve seen in a movie. He’s a prodigy.
Spoiler alert: I’m gay, and this is a film about a young gay boy coming out. I got right into it, and to his performance. There was a lot to like in the directing and writing as well as the acting. And then suddenly, everything goes into hyper-speed and then its’ over. The ending is a train wreck of clichés of positivity. But Lou Goossen is a Belgian actor. His performance as Elias is worth every second of the entire film.
Today, we’ll walk with our friends and their dogs, and then I’ll fritter away the balance of the day. We’ll do a second walk, of course, but there’s nothing pressing on my agenda. I’m keen for tomorrow to arrive because I’ll be talking to Issam and he’ll be activating my new debit card, so I’ll be able to pay for things like gasoline and food.
Yesterday, for the first time in almost a month, I wore a sock on my right foot—the one the wood fell on. That was a mistake. I’d been living without a bandage on the wound for several days. I wanted it to get fresh air, and it worked. The wound quickly dried and looked much better. Plus, all the swelling went down. But it was too soon for the sock. When I undressed for bed last night, my sock was stuck to the wound. It’s still oozing fluid. Perhaps it’s my age or my meds that make it take forever for a wound to heal.
My angst about the scam is over. It’s history to me now, thank goodness. Late this week, if I am lucky, or next week, my VISA will arrive and then I’ll be able to restore all my automatic payments. I can hardly wait to be fiscally back to normal.
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| Feels like Spring. I can hardly wait! |
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