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Yesterday on my way outside I grabbed my leather gloves. I thought I would resume my battle with my thistles in my veggie garden. I pulled about ten plants, on the eleventh, I felt a popping in my lower back. then extreme pain.<\/p>\n
The rest of the evening I spent in my recliner, trying not to move. Any deviation from my current position caused shrieks that scared every animal within earshot.<\/p>\n
Somehow I managed to get up and cook a pancake for supper, a pancake was easy enough. Every step, every turn, caused pain. Getting back to my chair was the only relief.<\/p>\n
Thankful that I had maintained my generator. A flip over to full choke a quick tug on the starter rope one more shriek and the little engine sputtered to life.<\/p>\n
I said a quick thank you to powers unseen. I couldn’t bear sitting in a chair for hours staring at a blank screen. My mind is too active.<\/p>\n
A couple more yells and I was seated again with my computer on and a drink and a ten inch pancake covered in butter and something called honeyberry jam I had bought from a man selling it on the street, he had made it himself. I started Netflix and Sketchup (a 3d design program),<\/p>\n
I started in on my pancake. The little burned marks on the pancake only added flavor to the gluten free buckwheat pancake.<\/p>\n
After a few hours of computer work and a couple of distraction movies in the background I managed to get through the pain and crawled into bed.<\/p>\n
I had to share with the one week old kitten and her mother. Getting around them was interesting. No matter where I put the kitten and mother they would always be back on the bed by bedtime.<\/p>\n
7:00 AM I had hoped that my spine would realign it self during the nights rest, it wasn’t to be. I had things to do places to go. My back said nope.<\/p>\n
I had a customer coming this morning to have some work done. I had to go to town to make a payment to cover the my interest on a line of credit, that was secured by my land.<\/p>\n
I needed to pick up some food the cupboard was getting bare not to mention no cream for tomorrows morning coffee.<\/p>\n
I needed the customer to come so I could collect enough cash to do all of the above.<\/p>\n
The customer called and was delayed till three. The timing was to close. The bank closed at 5, the computer work would take an hour. The trip to town was a half hour normally.<\/p>\n
The sore back would add fifteen minutes. Plus I needed to find the customer to get payment he would be somewhere in town. That was if the customer showed up on time.<\/p>\n
I realized that everything was out of my control. I decided to sit back and let things happen.<\/p>\n
I didn’t want to lose my land, I did want to help my customer who had no one else to turn to. He was making a two hundred mile round trip to me so I could fix his auctioneer software. I had done the same for another auctioneer.<\/p>\n
The man who designed the software had dementia and could no longer help them. I know because I spent three hours on the phone with him trying to get him to send one little file to no avail. My mother was suffering from the same affliction so I have some experience.<\/p>\n
So what could I really do, nothing. Sit back,in my recliner be calm and trust that every thing would workout.<\/p>\n
All was not lost I had enough cream for my coffee.<\/p>\n
I don’t think I could manage another generator pull so I fired up the side burner on my barbecue and boiled the water. That just took a a turn of two knobs and the blue flames were licking up the sides of the whistling kettle.<\/p>\n
Looking down I noticed I was surrounded by a hungry hoard, My outside cats and dogs were waiting for their morning meal. Bending down to give the dogs food and filling the tubs for the cats food was a challenge.<\/p>\n
Once that was done my kettle signalled me that it was time. I poured hot water through the cone I had ready with filter and coffee. It was somehow satisfying to see the brown liquid pour into the cup that was holding the last of the cream.<\/p>\n
Back into the recliner with my coffee I started my baby laptop so I don’t have to pull on the string that starts my gennie. I start to write.inspired on by someone who enjoyed what I had to say.<\/p>\n
With one cat asleep on my arm and another asleep on my legs while I type this I realize that I had a very tall cup of coffee. I needed to get up. There was some urgency.<\/p>\n
So my writing has come to a quick ending with a loud shriek as I get up from my chair.<\/p>\n
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Take care Rod<\/p>\n