January 5, 2004
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Home alone–sort of
As I start to write, it is just past ten in the morning. Outdoors, it is quiet as usual–we live maybe half a winter day’s drive from the nearest McDonald’s and it is usually peaceful here except for the occasional gunshot or train whistle when there’s a moose on the tracks. Weekends it can get bad, what with recreational snowmachiners coming here from the city to fill our clean air with their noise and poison, but they have all gone home now. The house is quiet. Doug, Kathy’s son, went to bed around eight after staying up all night on the computer and washing a load of dishes, and Kathy (SuSu to xangans) went down around seven-thirty. She was up all night playing video games. I assume her fibro kept her up–it’s been pretty severe lately. I suck when it comes to nurturing. About all I can do is prepare food for her, fetch her coffee, and make sure she takes her meds, she often forgets to. But I digress.
All three cats are asleep on the sofa. The dog is curled up on the bed, maybe sleeping, maybe not. The wood stove in the living room where we, well, live–sleep and watch videos and play games and read and do crossword puzzles and sort knives and eat and everything–has stopped ticking, which means it stabilized after I put in the most recent load of wood. I hope it comes up soon, it is sort of chilly outside, like 4 below zero, not bad for this time of year. Right now it is 48 above in the living room, not too bad, but I like it to be up in the fifties during the day.
I am at loose ends. I’ve had breakfast and morning meds and coffee and green tea, made sure all the house critters have food and water, cleaned the litter box, read the paper, made a pot of decaf blend for my sweety, checked my email, and powered up the block heater for my car. Later today, I might run into Willow to pick up some stuff at the post office and go to the credit union, and for sure will drive to our box out by the highway to check our mail and go over to our old place and put out some warm water for the colony of feral cats that resides there. But right now, I am blissfully inactive. And that’s okay.
My feet are cold, but my heart is warm. We have plenty of food in the pantry and firewood in the yard and springwater in jugs and buckets in the kitchen. Both cars are running. Best of all, my sweety and I are clean and sober today.
Life is good.
Comments (5)
Wow, it sounds like you have a peaceful life up there! A bit cold for my bones, but, peaceful!
Then again, ANYONE with pets living in the house is at more of an advantage for a good life, anway. That’s my motto. Thanks for visiting my site!
~sigh~
Yeah. Life IS good when I view it through your eyes. Thank you.
sounds to me like a good day….
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