A better day

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.

 

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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