There was nothing bad about yesterday except that my mood went down the proverbial rabbit hole. Maybe I'm mixing my metaphors, but you get the idea.
While sorting out daybooks from thirty years ago, I started reading too much. There were many entries with people and dogs "no longer with us" in the appointment books. There were notes about some custody and relationship issues of long ago. Y'know what I did? Threw all of them away!
I didn't sort out recyclable paper from bindings or anything, and occasionally shredded a note that contained passwords or credit card information. Almost anything of that sensitive nature has changed.
I wouldn't say it was life-changing, but it helped my melancholy mood. Liberating! I can't say that I don't have some regret, but there's no point in wallowing.
Perhaps more often, people should find ways to discard and liberate themselves from hurts, resentment and abiding loneliness.
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Said the little one to the bad ways
Be gone, be gone, be gone
Let the fight be for another day
'Be Gone' lyrics
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This Sunday morning, I woke up thinking that I shouldn't blog daily. I feel like I'm boring. One faithful reader chided me gently for apologizing about not having exciting daily news. 🤷🏼♀️
No matter what, I feel like I'm having coffee with you, my friends. I'm not fishing for reassurance. I suppose, if I do get more boring as I'm more "retired", there is always the option of not joining me for coffee on a daily basis.
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The wind howled last night non-stop. It seemed unnerving as much as annoying.
A whole new experience in my long life occurred last May 5th when the wild fire almost engulfed us: I might never forget the sound as I stood in the yard, transfixed.
By that time, I had made several trips to our other house, evacuating animals and stuff, but was back in our yard with my empty truck.
Several friends stood with Gary and I and Adrien. Two fire departments and Forestry had attended and there were hoses and sprinklers all over the place.
Someone reached over and "woke" me … "Ann, you have to get going."
Miraculously, the fire went right by us, leaving us unscathed. Most of our neighbours fared well also.
The memory of the roar will stay with me even as the forest regenerates and life goes on.
That wildfire near McBride was a mere inconvenience compared to fires in the interior of our Province later in the year.
Despite the wind disturbing my slumber, my mood has improved from yesterday. I did wake up thinking I was going to have surgery and should have fasted, but no, I don't think there is anything that urgent on my schedule.
I'll get up and make breakfast for my dear husband: the fire is stoked and all is well.
I hope all is well with your day too.
Love, Ann
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