I was having a truly dreadful day, and then Paul called. When he came over, he didn’t come in the house (I heard the door go, but not his voice) so I went out and looked for him. He was RAKING GRASS. After the Epic Mowing of Keith, there was rather a lot of it; Paul claimed he needed it to dry out his compost. I got him a bag and he absconded with it, yay, thank you.
Then Paul took me for a tour around Deer Lake in a canoe, which was lovely and just the right amount of exercise for my shoulder, and then I bought some beer and watched soccer and a wonderful movie which I highly recommend, Calvary with Brian Gleeson. It’s a downer but it’s a very interesting and lively downer. I had never considered what it would be like to be an honest and kindly priest in a town full of previously abused and atheistic parishioners, but it would really suck. And, lots of Irish scenery.
I slept MUCH better last night, surprise, surprise.