Goodness, we finally have a few days of summer after weeks of forest fire
skies and rain. A charming charge but we are not clear of rain. In a few
days the forecast calls for more.
I grew up on the Canadian prairies. This is not normal, not at all. One
remarkable change- almost at the end summer and I have yet to see even one
mosquito. Today though, the warm day evidently freed a number of flies. Not
a problem but noticeable. And few crows but gatherings of magpies. Pretty
birds in groups of sever or even more. In my memories they tended to be
solitary.
Relief. A major problem for me has been solved. Hours on the phone and I
suspect most would have given up or not even started.
An answer from an unanticipated source proved the final step.
I am certainly concerned about my declining mobility. Walking has become a
chore and stairs need A railing or wall. I seem to have every symptom of a
nasty condition waiting for me. Of course that is one of the curses of the
Internet is those like me self-diagnosing. Another reason I regret leaving
our little house. I had the same doctor for years and now must start
again. I am sure the new fellow, also within scooter range, is good but he
lacks the background of my life. I can assume nothing.
Now that life is slipping into a routine it is back to reading. A book on
the Trent Affair that almost caused a war between the US and U K. As close
as the Cuban crisis over a hundred years later. And a wonderful book on my
TBR pile on that crisis. In each case pride almost made a war very close. For
fiction,some light mysteries by Victoria Abbott centeredon book collectors.
One reason I bought this home was its closeness to four large grocery
stores, two large malls and every other small business you can name. All
within easy scooter range. The grass is cut,the roads will be plowed, and
notwithstanding proximity to a major artery, quiet.
And as this post shows, I have returned to my chatty posts. That’s my way.
You need not read them at all - no fines.
Willow
