And sometimes it just needs to be!
Darlin’ and I have pulled two thirty-six-hour shifts in the last four days, and we’re… not operating on all thrusters, to put it politely.
I knew we were in trouble when we each downed two caramel and walnut brownies, and we’re not supposed to eat those – we’re diabetic! (But boy, were they good!) Drastic times call for drastic measures!
Renewed in strength from our sugar high (which never lasts long), Darlin’ headed out the door to fix our friend Mike’s computer, and I looked at V’ger (my research computer) with solid determination, and set about sorting out the day’s tasks when… it farkled! V’ger, my trusted friend, who searches throughout cyberspace, where no one has gone before, for the data I need to write my novels – farkled! I mean, I could understand Mike’s computer coughing and spluttering – I’m pretty sure Noah used it on the ark, but… V’ger? I began to smell a conspiracy, and narrowing my eyes, I mentally ran down all the people who might want to sabotage (or delay) our tour, but… I couldn’t think of a living soul – unless we count the devil. Well, I suppose he’s not technically a living soul, but that’s another blog post. Undecided as to whether or not I was paranoid, or merely a victim of acute sleep deprivation, I decided I’d better ‘handle with care’ what was left of my gray matter, and turned to R2, my writing and photography computer (he’s never been on line – I don’t trust cyberspace), hoping to salvage a brain cell or two of sanity, and look what I found….
It was another day like this one at first – after too much work and worry (uncharacteristic for either of us – the ‘worry’ part), and… not enough time, we hit desperate some time in mid-July.
My hair needed washing – a mammoth task then – before I cut 27″ off it because it was coming out in handfuls and wasn’t the thick, healthy mane I’d been used to all my life. (Oh, it’a all right now, but I was sure I was going bald for a month or two, and I just thank God I didn’t! Menopause – aaargh! ) The house needed cleaning, the dishes needed washing, and the laundry wasn’t done, but… we didn’t care. We needed a break, and we needed it badly, so we grabbed the first items of clothing we found, dragged our weary selves into Buster, and headed for the beach, located three driving hours from our house, in Canada’s hotspot – Lillooet, and ooh, was it nice! We parked Buster in the shade at Fraser Cove Campground and paddled, frolicked, and soaked up the sun on the shores of the mighty Fraser River. My mind shifted into reverse… and began to drift….
Here are some of the images I coaxed out of R2 today, when he and I and Darlin’ spent a lovely day at the beach – again.
Buster in the shade up above the volcanic rocks on the beach.
Darlin’ paddling in the mighty Fraser River
Me, looking like an accident, but thoroughly enjoying the 5 mins I am able to stand before I need to find my wheelchair.
Darlin’ doing his physio exercises (he has a dicky back). The bridge in the background is an old wooden ‘heritage’ landmark, and is, of course, unused nowadays, to preserve it.
A closer look. Isn’t he luverly? If I hadn’t already seen an angel, I’d think they looked like this.
Just drying off and soaking up the sun. Mmm….
Darlin’ loading my wheelchair in to Buster.
Time to go home.
An osprey friend of ours, heading for home too. We named him Elvis a couple of years ago – you should see this fellow dance around the rim of that nest! It’s hilarious!
Ah… the places we can go…. I had a wonderful day, despite how it started. If tomorrow doesn’t behave itself, I may have to revisit Maui.
Hope you had a wonderful day too!
Love and All Good Things – Jesse.