Sitting on the deck this morning the unexpected sunshine was irrelevant to the weight I woke up with. Took to bed last night. Walked around with all week.
It’s true we lost our water for several days, that’s just part of it though. It’s back but running brown through the faucet so we’re still bringing in buckets of rainwater and driving to a spring for drinking water. That will change again soon enough. Our front yard and garden was dug up for the second time in a year. Hours before the tap went dry we were reminiscing about living in the woods with our babies without water or electricity. How long ago was that? Cloth diapers, 101 recipes with rhubarb, the truth about poverty and the kindness of a Credit Union banker who would lend us money for groceries and life. Everything changes.
Yesterday the neighbourhood ospreys returned to find a pair of eagles had moved into and renovated the nest they’ve kept for years. An aerial battle ensued between the easy, larger-than-thou, lord of the sky and the swift, determined, sudden and unexpectedly homeless one. This morning the massive tangle of twigs and branches atop the tall leaning pole was empty. For now.
There is a mystery in Mira’s hip that makes it difficult for her to get up. Something invisible bearing down on her. Otherwise she seems fine, perhaps a bit less of a pup. She went for x-rays this morning and is asleep beside me now. I’m supposed to be writing and designing a website for a client, but doing this instead. Dealing with the weight.
Sometimes you wake up and the unexpected sunshine doesn’t really matter. That’s okay though. It will again tomorrow or maybe the next day.