“Today’s a beautiful day, and yesterday was a beautiful day, so that means it’s a great life.”
Gnash
If I was an emotional being, today would be a good day for a cry. I am not. I can’t afford to be.
I got up in immense pain, the house is cold and the water I boiled early this morning and put in the thermos was ice-cold.
It shouldn’t be but it was. Something I didn’t know till I sat down and had my first sip. I can live with the pain, I can live with the cold but not having my first cup of coffee in the morning is really hard.
I looked outside to see how much snow was on the solar panels, it was forecast for last night. There was none. I figured great a break. I had to move a week’s worth of snow off the driveway, so I could go out to get groceries. The cat food box would be empty by this afternoon.
Then I heard a terrible noise, one of the cats had taken a piss right above my little office there was one little tiny area where the pee could still get through.
I went out found the culprit caught her in mid squat and immediately moved her out to my wood workshop. Yes the unheated shop. I cleaned that up best I could in the dark.
I needed to try again, I filled the kettle with some freshwater and the rest of the cold water in the thermos and put it on the woodstove. I had already turned up the stove on my last visit.
I looked outside at the solar panels again and now ten minutes after the first look they were covered in fresh snow. Last night’s forecast snow was just arriving. This was going to be a tough day.
Anyways the kettle is on the stove, I will try to start my day over again and have some hot coffee, take an aspirin for the pain, and get ready to go out and chainsaw some wood. And if the snow will stop coming down I will work on getting the snowblower serviced and started, so I can do the four hours of moving snow.
Cold coffee, pissed on and snowed on and me keeping on.
That is my Sunday morning so far. How is yours?
Moo Shu Pork
My swear word for the day. I repeated that hundreds of times when I was removing snow from my driveway. It could be worse I could be in Newfoundland. They got big snow.
My clock is lying it says I was only out there 3 hours feels like 16. And to top it off I kept on going and cut ten more big blocks for splitting. I only wish you could have seen the slow-motion old man walk I did going back inside, I am sure it would have been comical to watch. Time did slow down.
I have outer clothes off and obviously I am sitting here typing this. I tried to take pictures but my phone was too cold and just kept rebooting. I will try later when I go get some of those blocks for splitting.
Wood is split and inside. Back pain is extreme. Last thing to do is rescue the little cat from the cold workshop. I did cut off my long beard and I want to glue it back on.
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